PAIRING: W/T and a little S/D in this part. Will take in others
shortly...F/A,
S/A, B/S (on Spike's part, anyhow),
RATING: Uh, probably a 12. Depends how good an imagination you have I suppose!
Series will be at least UK 15 though, eventually!
WHEN: After Season 5 finale. About a fortnight after Willow goes to Angel, if
we're looking for precise.
SPOILERS: For everything including and especially the end of Season 5.
____________________Resurrection - Chapter 3
'Tara?'
Willow tiptoed through the dimly lit passage behind the room in which the others
were sleeping.
'Tara?'
She peered into a room on her left.
'Willow. In here.'
Tara was sat on an old leather couch in what had obviously been someone's
office. Dawn was curled up on the other half, sound asleep.
'What did you tell her?'
Willow whispered, so as not to wake Dawn.
'Well nothing really. I mean, she knows you were talking about Buffy
and that there's going to be something she needs to do, but I just told her that
even we don't know what yet, and showed her about focusing on
things - you know, like in levitations? I thought it would be kind of harmless,
and it would make her feel like she's
helping.somehow.'
'That's good of you. She must feel awful right now.'
'Did you get everything straight between you? Do you know any more?'
'We didn't get much said really. Just the basic bits, and about Giles taking
off to get the texts. I didn't even get as far as telling them about being here.
I guess there's no hurry, whilst we're waiting for Giles.'
'Willow.would you mind if we went for a walk? There's something I need to talk
to you about.'
'uh.uh yeah. Is something wrong? I haven't.haven't.'
Tara smiled a little. She rose from the couch and took off her jacket, covering
Dawn with it. Dawn twitched a little, and murmured something inaudible. Tara
took Willow's hand in hers, leading her back into the corridor and through the
twisting maze of the building.
'So. what is it?'
'Don't take this the wrong way or anything Willow. I'm just worried
about you, and all of us really. This.this plan to get Buffy back.it seems wrong
to me. I don't know if it's right to mess around with stuff like
this.'
Tara let go of Willow's hand and turned to face her. She went to speak again
but Willow interrupted.
'I don't understand. You have a problem with me trying to stop my
best friend being.dead? Just because you feel a little precious about your
powers? Come on, Tara.this is no time to be jealous of my friends -
we. need your help.'
Tara looked at the floor, obviously hurt.
'Okay maybe that's a bit harsh, but.'
'That's not what I meant, Willow. Don't you remember, when Buffy
and Dawn lost their mum, and Dawn wanted us to perform a resurrection spell? I
know. I know you sympathised, and even more so now, but we can't
just go bringing people back from the dead. it's not right. it's dangerous. and
now we have this tiny idea that may possibly do something to somehow
resurrect Buffy, and it involves getting three of the most dangerous people
you've ever met, by all accounts, and they are all together in the
same room just a few yards away from us, and for all you know they could be
plotting to kill us right now and.'
'Look, sometimes you just have to go with what you feel. How can I even question
doing this when Buffy was so.she was really special to me, if there's something
I can do to bring her back I think we should and I think it is.it is. it's
outrageous and unfair and mean of you to tell me I shouldn't because you have
some. high moral ground.'
'You are not listening to me!.'
Tara was almost shouting now, but she looked as if she might cry. She took a
deep breath before continuing:
'Willow, I do care.'
'Yeah that's obvious.'
'No, I do. just it seems like we're playing with things beyond our
knowledge. We don't know what the consequences of this might be. It's.all so. I
don't see why. why Faith and Angel and Spike have to be involved.
With no Buffy and no Giles. we don't know what could happen.anything could
happen.'
Almost as if her words had heralded it, Tara broke off her speech as a terrible
scream swept through the corridor they had been moving through. The two girls'
eyes opened wide in terror.
'D.did you hear that?'
Willow asked, fearfully. Just then, another scream, this time one of a higher
pitch; shriller, and infinitely more frightening.
'Dawn! Quick.'
They ran along, back they way they had come. Dawn was not in the office where
they had left her, and as they neared the room Willow had left the others to
sleep in, the screams grew louder. When Tara entered the room she was horrified
- it looked like Angel had tried to attack Faith. He and Spike were holding her
down and she was straining to break their hold. Willow realised straight away
that Faith was having another fit. She had seen this before, at Angel's, and
knew exactly why Dawn was screaming. As they ran to help, both girls saw how
Faith's eyes were open, but rolling wildly. She looked hideous.
Spike was having great difficulty restraining her, as every time he tried to
force her legs back to the floor, his chip shot a pain like electricity into his
veins. Angel, noticing, gestured at him to let go, saying he could manage.
Gratefully, Spike did so, and with a vast effort Angel picked Faith up, holding
her in a crucifixion position against the wall to minimise her strength. Spike
turned to Dawn, who was sobbing in shock just behind him. He went over to her,
and she flung herself into his arms. He looked bothered by her reaction, but
stroked her hair, saying
Come on love, don't cry. Come on, let's go find someplace else to
be while they take care of Faith.
So compassionate was his tone, Willow and Tara looked at him in confusion and
surprise.
What, I can't be nice to damsels in distress? Okay, so I can't, but
I can't hurt her and seems we have to spend some time together and it won't do
to have this one with the shakes all the time. So you sort this
slayer-type out, and I'll look after the girl.
Willow and Tara exchanged a look, their fight forgotten in the moment and their
concern for Dawn in question.
'Upset her any more, Spike, and, harmless or not, I will stake you
in a second.'
Willow proclaimed. Spike raised his eyebrows, and half-dragged, half- carried,
Dawn out of the room.
They turned their attention to Faith. When they did so, both were glad Dawn was
gone. Faith's head was hanging on her chest, and her mouth was lolling horribly.
'Should we cast something on her? A sleeping spell, something
could.'
Tara was clearly disturbed. Willow shook her head.
'We need to let her be. She might.say some words that we need.or
something.'
'It's awful. Is there anything we can do?'
Willow shook her head again and put her arm around Tara's shoulders as they
looked on, helplessly.
Faith had looked drunken, but suddenly her head snapped up sharp. Angel
tightened his grip on her shoulders and braced his knee in front of her legs,
supporting her convulsing body.
"It's here.ah! The. source.here.please.Faith.help me."
She said nothing else they could make sense of, and a minute or so later Faith
became a dead weight on Angel. Her breathing became regular and light, and he
laid her to rest for a while.
'It's here, she said. What's here? What does she mean?'
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The handle turned, and in came Giles.
'A little careless, leaving the door unlocked, isn't it Willow? Ah,
Angel, you're here. I wonder - I have a few things in the car, would you help me
carry them in? And Faith. She looks a little.'
'Giles! Sorry about the door. We've uh. been busy. Faith. She had another fit.
She said something was here, Giles, - something about a source? But did you get
the. whatever it was?'
'Yes. That and more besides. Actually, we have a lot to do. The sooner we get
started, the better.'
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S/A, B/S (on Spike's part, anyhow),
RATING: Uh, probably a 12. Depends how good an imagination you have I suppose!
Series will be at least UK 15 though, eventually!
WHEN: After Season 5 finale. About a fortnight after Willow goes to Angel, if
we're looking for precise.
SPOILERS: For everything including and especially the end of Season 5.
____________________Resurrection - Chapter 3
'Tara?'
Willow tiptoed through the dimly lit passage behind the room in which the others
were sleeping.
'Tara?'
She peered into a room on her left.
'Willow. In here.'
Tara was sat on an old leather couch in what had obviously been someone's
office. Dawn was curled up on the other half, sound asleep.
'What did you tell her?'
Willow whispered, so as not to wake Dawn.
'Well nothing really. I mean, she knows you were talking about Buffy
and that there's going to be something she needs to do, but I just told her that
even we don't know what yet, and showed her about focusing on
things - you know, like in levitations? I thought it would be kind of harmless,
and it would make her feel like she's
helping.somehow.'
'That's good of you. She must feel awful right now.'
'Did you get everything straight between you? Do you know any more?'
'We didn't get much said really. Just the basic bits, and about Giles taking
off to get the texts. I didn't even get as far as telling them about being here.
I guess there's no hurry, whilst we're waiting for Giles.'
'Willow.would you mind if we went for a walk? There's something I need to talk
to you about.'
'uh.uh yeah. Is something wrong? I haven't.haven't.'
Tara smiled a little. She rose from the couch and took off her jacket, covering
Dawn with it. Dawn twitched a little, and murmured something inaudible. Tara
took Willow's hand in hers, leading her back into the corridor and through the
twisting maze of the building.
'So. what is it?'
'Don't take this the wrong way or anything Willow. I'm just worried
about you, and all of us really. This.this plan to get Buffy back.it seems wrong
to me. I don't know if it's right to mess around with stuff like
this.'
Tara let go of Willow's hand and turned to face her. She went to speak again
but Willow interrupted.
'I don't understand. You have a problem with me trying to stop my
best friend being.dead? Just because you feel a little precious about your
powers? Come on, Tara.this is no time to be jealous of my friends -
we. need your help.'
Tara looked at the floor, obviously hurt.
'Okay maybe that's a bit harsh, but.'
'That's not what I meant, Willow. Don't you remember, when Buffy
and Dawn lost their mum, and Dawn wanted us to perform a resurrection spell? I
know. I know you sympathised, and even more so now, but we can't
just go bringing people back from the dead. it's not right. it's dangerous. and
now we have this tiny idea that may possibly do something to somehow
resurrect Buffy, and it involves getting three of the most dangerous people
you've ever met, by all accounts, and they are all together in the
same room just a few yards away from us, and for all you know they could be
plotting to kill us right now and.'
'Look, sometimes you just have to go with what you feel. How can I even question
doing this when Buffy was so.she was really special to me, if there's something
I can do to bring her back I think we should and I think it is.it is. it's
outrageous and unfair and mean of you to tell me I shouldn't because you have
some. high moral ground.'
'You are not listening to me!.'
Tara was almost shouting now, but she looked as if she might cry. She took a
deep breath before continuing:
'Willow, I do care.'
'Yeah that's obvious.'
'No, I do. just it seems like we're playing with things beyond our
knowledge. We don't know what the consequences of this might be. It's.all so. I
don't see why. why Faith and Angel and Spike have to be involved.
With no Buffy and no Giles. we don't know what could happen.anything could
happen.'
Almost as if her words had heralded it, Tara broke off her speech as a terrible
scream swept through the corridor they had been moving through. The two girls'
eyes opened wide in terror.
'D.did you hear that?'
Willow asked, fearfully. Just then, another scream, this time one of a higher
pitch; shriller, and infinitely more frightening.
'Dawn! Quick.'
They ran along, back they way they had come. Dawn was not in the office where
they had left her, and as they neared the room Willow had left the others to
sleep in, the screams grew louder. When Tara entered the room she was horrified
- it looked like Angel had tried to attack Faith. He and Spike were holding her
down and she was straining to break their hold. Willow realised straight away
that Faith was having another fit. She had seen this before, at Angel's, and
knew exactly why Dawn was screaming. As they ran to help, both girls saw how
Faith's eyes were open, but rolling wildly. She looked hideous.
Spike was having great difficulty restraining her, as every time he tried to
force her legs back to the floor, his chip shot a pain like electricity into his
veins. Angel, noticing, gestured at him to let go, saying he could manage.
Gratefully, Spike did so, and with a vast effort Angel picked Faith up, holding
her in a crucifixion position against the wall to minimise her strength. Spike
turned to Dawn, who was sobbing in shock just behind him. He went over to her,
and she flung herself into his arms. He looked bothered by her reaction, but
stroked her hair, saying
Come on love, don't cry. Come on, let's go find someplace else to
be while they take care of Faith.
So compassionate was his tone, Willow and Tara looked at him in confusion and
surprise.
What, I can't be nice to damsels in distress? Okay, so I can't, but
I can't hurt her and seems we have to spend some time together and it won't do
to have this one with the shakes all the time. So you sort this
slayer-type out, and I'll look after the girl.
Willow and Tara exchanged a look, their fight forgotten in the moment and their
concern for Dawn in question.
'Upset her any more, Spike, and, harmless or not, I will stake you
in a second.'
Willow proclaimed. Spike raised his eyebrows, and half-dragged, half- carried,
Dawn out of the room.
They turned their attention to Faith. When they did so, both were glad Dawn was
gone. Faith's head was hanging on her chest, and her mouth was lolling horribly.
'Should we cast something on her? A sleeping spell, something
could.'
Tara was clearly disturbed. Willow shook her head.
'We need to let her be. She might.say some words that we need.or
something.'
'It's awful. Is there anything we can do?'
Willow shook her head again and put her arm around Tara's shoulders as they
looked on, helplessly.
Faith had looked drunken, but suddenly her head snapped up sharp. Angel
tightened his grip on her shoulders and braced his knee in front of her legs,
supporting her convulsing body.
"It's here.ah! The. source.here.please.Faith.help me."
She said nothing else they could make sense of, and a minute or so later Faith
became a dead weight on Angel. Her breathing became regular and light, and he
laid her to rest for a while.
'It's here, she said. What's here? What does she mean?'
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The handle turned, and in came Giles.
'A little careless, leaving the door unlocked, isn't it Willow? Ah,
Angel, you're here. I wonder - I have a few things in the car, would you help me
carry them in? And Faith. She looks a little.'
'Giles! Sorry about the door. We've uh. been busy. Faith. She had another fit.
She said something was here, Giles, - something about a source? But did you get
the. whatever it was?'
'Yes. That and more besides. Actually, we have a lot to do. The sooner we get
started, the better.'
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