Title: Visions Cause Trouble
Author: BunnyKat
Rating: PG-13, to chicken to go any higher
Feedback: Pretty Please?
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
A/N: This would've been up sooner, but there's a little something called pop-ups, and they tend to crash your computer if there's to many of them. Then there's the fact I got one that started a slight type of virus, which was sorta a bitch. Anyhoo, glad I have a dad who's genius with computers! So here it is!
A/N: For the previous chapter, we don't own Michelle Branch or the song "Sweet Misery" (Although we do own the album ;0)
Chapter Title: Small Talks
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The teens left the Bronze and made it home without any demons. They went in the front door and stopped. They saw Willow and Tara chanting quietly, bathed in a goldenrod light. Dawn stepped forward quickly opening her mouth about to yell, when strong, firm arms grabbed her back and put a hand over her mouth. "Don't interrupt," whispered Connor into her ear. "I've seen this spell on Quoroth. And the effects are disastrous is you interrupt. They're aligning spirits, asking them for help."
He let go of her and they watched a bit more until Tara got up saying, "Remember control, not the power." She jumped at the two teens.
"What is going on?" demanded Dawn tapping her foot.
Connor pointed behind him. "I'm going to go get a drink. In the kitchen," and left.
"It's just asking the spirits to help her through this," explained Tara holding her head. "I set it up to understand how much control she has. And I need an aspirin," walking to the kitchen.
Dawn just wasn't taking it and held up her cast. "Look what she did to me. She could have done a lot worse. Tara, she went to someone to get high on magic!" Tara downed the Tylenol an water. "And now you're encouraging this?"
"Dawn, Willow could explode!"
Connor set his glass down. "I'm gonna go see how she's doing. In the living room" and left.
"What?" asked Dawn sitting on a stool.
"I feel it when people I'm close to die. I-I felt it when my cousin died, when mom died, when Joyce died, when Buffy died. And honestly I'd rather feel the p-pain of Mom's, Joyce's, and Buffy's at the same time before have another person explode inside me." Tara was crying.
Dawn hugged her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just don't want her to go all dependent and hurt other people."
Tara grinned. "That's where I come in," and left to check on the witch. Dawn though for a moment before going upstairs for a shower.
The light around Willow had turned blue, indicating that the spirits had answered her plea. Tara got back in and shut off the spell. Connor turned on the lights in the room and Willow opened her eyes. She was pale, but smiling. "They've agreed to let you be my guide."
Tara hugged her and then turned to Connor. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Tara."
"Connor." He looked up the stairs. "I'm gonna go check on Dawn."
"Um, Connor," said Willow. "Are you going to spend the right again?" He nodded. "I kind of promised that Tara could use the couch for tonight, so could you take the floor?" He nodded again.
After he left Tara turned to Willow and asked, "How long has he known Dawnie?"
"About four or five days. Why?"
"Let's just say that their aura is very red."
Willow looked a little confused.
***
Buffy was walking home from her talk with Angel. They had gone to the mansion and discussed the issue, which didn't take to long. He had offered to walk her home, but she declined saying she needed time to think. The one thing that got her was Cordelia's visions. She was now half-demongirl-with- visions Cordy. Not Cheerleader-MissPerfect Cordelia. That gave her something to think about.
As Buffy walked past a graveyard, a vamp jumped out of the bushes. "Slayer. I will drink your blood."
"Can you guys honestly come up with anything else. Say like a lame pick-up line, or better yet, nothing at all." The vamp lunged at Buffy. She side stepped and hit him on the back, knocking him down. He leaped up and ran towards her at full force. Buffy kicked him in the stomach pushing him back a few feet.
Unfortunately, her wound wasn't completely healed and Buffy felt the stitches tear a little bit, which hurt. Buffy fell down and looked at her side. It was bleeding again. "Ow," she muttered.
Buffy tried to defend herself from the vampire, but it was nearly impossible because of the pain in her side. The vampire laid on top of her, about to bite when a force knocked it off. Buffy sat up enough to see Spike hit the fledging twice and dust him. He then came over to her. "How long have you been following me?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"Long enough," he answered. "Come on, let's get you to the Magic Box."
"No. I'm fine," she fought to stand straight up, but failed sitting back down. She saw him glaring at her in disbelief. "Really, I'm fine. I-I'm just admiring the.the lovely tree work around this area." Buffy nodded trying to prove her point and also hiding her bleeding side.
"Luv, don't try to hide the bleeding. I can smell it from here." Spike held out his hand for Buffy to take. Sighing she took it and the two of them made it to the Magic Box that was little ways away. Spike managed to jimmy the back lock and they made their way to the training room. Buffy wobbled to the couch by herself while the vampire got the first aid kit. "You'll, uh. You'll need to take off your shirt."
Buffy looked up shocked at first, but then realized that there was no other way to do it and abided. Spike came over and took the towel that he wetted and cleaned the wound, then began to cut the stitches. "Seriously, how long were you following me?"
"I saw you on the street down from the mansion, that it." Silence again. "So, what were you and the Poofster talking about?"
The Slayer grinned his use of words. "Nothing much. He and Cordy came to Sunnydale to warn about the vision, it still shocks me that Cordelia is a demon seer. Anyway, Angel and her got kidnapped right when they came into town. He managed to escape through air ducts and sewer systems. I told him about Connor warning us. Angel just nodded."
"Why didn't he walk with you?" asked Spike beginning the stitching.
"I didn't want him to. I needed time to think." Silence. "Is that why you left the Bronze?"
"Uh, well. Yeah. I thought that you wouldn't be coming back over so I excused myself."
"Oh." Buffy could feel him smiling. Suddenly he stood up. "All done?"
"All done."
"Good." Buffy slowly got out of her chair and made her way over to the chest of clothes and picked out a new shirt.
"The next time the doctor says take it easy. Take it easy."
"Oh? And what do you, Doctor Spike, say?"
"First of all, take it easy. Second of all, you bloody well better never call me that again."
"All right. Doctor Spike," she answered skipping out of the room.
"Hey." Spike followed and proceeded to walk her home.
***
Tara and Willow were looking through books when Buffy came through the door. "Wow!" yelled Tara, putting the book she was reading between Buffy and her eyes.
"Tara, what's wrong?" asked Willow looking concerned.
"I'm f-fine. Buffy, could I-I talk to you in the other room? Privately?" The Slayer nodded and followed the witch into the kitchen. "Who were you thinking about when you came into the room?"
"Huh?"
"Dawn said you had to go do something. What was it?"
"See Angel."
"N-No, that's not it. . . hey. You're wearing a different shirt." Buffy suddenly became silent. "What happened?"
"A vampire attacked me on my walk home. The stitches broke when I kicked it, but Spike came by and staked it. He took me to the Magic Box and fixed."
"That's it!" Tara exclaimed.
"What's it?" asked Buffy thoroughly lost.
Tara leaned over the counter. "W-What do you feel about Spike?"
"What?"
"Your aura. It's so red when you think of him."
"So."
"So, that means, that you h-have deep feelings for him."
"How deep?"
"I-I wouldn't say it's Anya red. I'd say it's as red as Dawn and Connor's."
"Dawn and Connor are together?" asked Buffy.
"Don't freak out, but they are spending a lot time together and are having the same deep feelings."
Buffy looked up, "Thank you God!" Tara looked confused. "When I was in the coma, I had a dream that involved you and Faith. You said you guys were 'borrowed'. Faith told me that Dawn was going to get a boyfriend and that he would have what I needed from her apartment." The witch just nodded. "You were playing with Tarot Cards and showed me a blank one saying that I had to trust him. You showed me a lot of other cards and said that I'd need them later." Suddenly, Buffy's eyes grew big and she ran into the other room. "Will, do you remember that one spell we did to defeat Adam?"
Willow glanced at Tara quickly before nodding. "I was Spiritus, Xander was Animus, Giles was Sophus, and you were Manus."
"Did Xander happen to tell you about a swing set in his dream?"
"No. Why are you asking?" Buffy sat down and explained her dream to the witches. "Oh."
"I'm going to go upstairs and head to bed."
"You might want to check on Connor and Dawn. Last we heard was they were talking in her room." Buffy nodded and headed upstairs. She'd tell them to go to bed after a shower.
***
"Rock, paper, scissors!" said the two teens. "Rock beats scissors," said Dawn. "You're turn. It's gotta be good too."
"Oh and my hitting the head off a chirago demon in a swing wasn't?"
"That was mostly gross."
"Oh." The shower turned on. "This entire talk is private right?"
"Of course! If Buffy found out I skipped that many classes or Willow found out I went into her old magic books I wouldn't be sitting here right now." There was silence. "Well?"
"Do you know Angel?"
"Yeah. Buffy and him used to go out."
"Really?" Dawn nodded. "I'm his son."
Dawn sat there for a minute in shock. "How? Why didn't we know about you when they went out together?"
"Calm down. It's a long story." Connor proceeded to tell the cliffs notes version or his life. "Don't really like talking about it to much. Point is. I'm happy where I am in life. Nothing much more to it."
"That means we're about the same age!" She briefly told him about the whole logic with the Key.
"Wow."
"No kidding."
There was a knock at the door. Dawn answered it. "It's about time you guys went to sleep," said Buffy.
"Why?"
Buffy stared at her. "It's past one. Tara and Willow are all ready in their respected places." She smiled, then turned around and began heading down the hall.
She heard Dawn. "Okay. Two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. Um, why don't you take the bed?"
"I'll take the floor."
"Uh, no, that's not."
"Oh, believe me, I've had worse."
Buffy stopped in her tracks. It was a basic reenactment of her and Angel. "Connor, do you snore?" asked Dawn.
"I don't know. It's been a long time since anyone's been in a position to let me know." That made Buffy slide to the floor. That was way to creepy and to be a coincidence. After a few minutes, she got up and headed to her room to fall asleep.
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TBC. . .
*GASP* What's gonna happen next? Tune in later and find out! And as always, review!
Author: BunnyKat
Rating: PG-13, to chicken to go any higher
Feedback: Pretty Please?
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
A/N: This would've been up sooner, but there's a little something called pop-ups, and they tend to crash your computer if there's to many of them. Then there's the fact I got one that started a slight type of virus, which was sorta a bitch. Anyhoo, glad I have a dad who's genius with computers! So here it is!
A/N: For the previous chapter, we don't own Michelle Branch or the song "Sweet Misery" (Although we do own the album ;0)
Chapter Title: Small Talks
--------------------------------------------------------------
The teens left the Bronze and made it home without any demons. They went in the front door and stopped. They saw Willow and Tara chanting quietly, bathed in a goldenrod light. Dawn stepped forward quickly opening her mouth about to yell, when strong, firm arms grabbed her back and put a hand over her mouth. "Don't interrupt," whispered Connor into her ear. "I've seen this spell on Quoroth. And the effects are disastrous is you interrupt. They're aligning spirits, asking them for help."
He let go of her and they watched a bit more until Tara got up saying, "Remember control, not the power." She jumped at the two teens.
"What is going on?" demanded Dawn tapping her foot.
Connor pointed behind him. "I'm going to go get a drink. In the kitchen," and left.
"It's just asking the spirits to help her through this," explained Tara holding her head. "I set it up to understand how much control she has. And I need an aspirin," walking to the kitchen.
Dawn just wasn't taking it and held up her cast. "Look what she did to me. She could have done a lot worse. Tara, she went to someone to get high on magic!" Tara downed the Tylenol an water. "And now you're encouraging this?"
"Dawn, Willow could explode!"
Connor set his glass down. "I'm gonna go see how she's doing. In the living room" and left.
"What?" asked Dawn sitting on a stool.
"I feel it when people I'm close to die. I-I felt it when my cousin died, when mom died, when Joyce died, when Buffy died. And honestly I'd rather feel the p-pain of Mom's, Joyce's, and Buffy's at the same time before have another person explode inside me." Tara was crying.
Dawn hugged her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just don't want her to go all dependent and hurt other people."
Tara grinned. "That's where I come in," and left to check on the witch. Dawn though for a moment before going upstairs for a shower.
The light around Willow had turned blue, indicating that the spirits had answered her plea. Tara got back in and shut off the spell. Connor turned on the lights in the room and Willow opened her eyes. She was pale, but smiling. "They've agreed to let you be my guide."
Tara hugged her and then turned to Connor. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Tara."
"Connor." He looked up the stairs. "I'm gonna go check on Dawn."
"Um, Connor," said Willow. "Are you going to spend the right again?" He nodded. "I kind of promised that Tara could use the couch for tonight, so could you take the floor?" He nodded again.
After he left Tara turned to Willow and asked, "How long has he known Dawnie?"
"About four or five days. Why?"
"Let's just say that their aura is very red."
Willow looked a little confused.
***
Buffy was walking home from her talk with Angel. They had gone to the mansion and discussed the issue, which didn't take to long. He had offered to walk her home, but she declined saying she needed time to think. The one thing that got her was Cordelia's visions. She was now half-demongirl-with- visions Cordy. Not Cheerleader-MissPerfect Cordelia. That gave her something to think about.
As Buffy walked past a graveyard, a vamp jumped out of the bushes. "Slayer. I will drink your blood."
"Can you guys honestly come up with anything else. Say like a lame pick-up line, or better yet, nothing at all." The vamp lunged at Buffy. She side stepped and hit him on the back, knocking him down. He leaped up and ran towards her at full force. Buffy kicked him in the stomach pushing him back a few feet.
Unfortunately, her wound wasn't completely healed and Buffy felt the stitches tear a little bit, which hurt. Buffy fell down and looked at her side. It was bleeding again. "Ow," she muttered.
Buffy tried to defend herself from the vampire, but it was nearly impossible because of the pain in her side. The vampire laid on top of her, about to bite when a force knocked it off. Buffy sat up enough to see Spike hit the fledging twice and dust him. He then came over to her. "How long have you been following me?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"Long enough," he answered. "Come on, let's get you to the Magic Box."
"No. I'm fine," she fought to stand straight up, but failed sitting back down. She saw him glaring at her in disbelief. "Really, I'm fine. I-I'm just admiring the.the lovely tree work around this area." Buffy nodded trying to prove her point and also hiding her bleeding side.
"Luv, don't try to hide the bleeding. I can smell it from here." Spike held out his hand for Buffy to take. Sighing she took it and the two of them made it to the Magic Box that was little ways away. Spike managed to jimmy the back lock and they made their way to the training room. Buffy wobbled to the couch by herself while the vampire got the first aid kit. "You'll, uh. You'll need to take off your shirt."
Buffy looked up shocked at first, but then realized that there was no other way to do it and abided. Spike came over and took the towel that he wetted and cleaned the wound, then began to cut the stitches. "Seriously, how long were you following me?"
"I saw you on the street down from the mansion, that it." Silence again. "So, what were you and the Poofster talking about?"
The Slayer grinned his use of words. "Nothing much. He and Cordy came to Sunnydale to warn about the vision, it still shocks me that Cordelia is a demon seer. Anyway, Angel and her got kidnapped right when they came into town. He managed to escape through air ducts and sewer systems. I told him about Connor warning us. Angel just nodded."
"Why didn't he walk with you?" asked Spike beginning the stitching.
"I didn't want him to. I needed time to think." Silence. "Is that why you left the Bronze?"
"Uh, well. Yeah. I thought that you wouldn't be coming back over so I excused myself."
"Oh." Buffy could feel him smiling. Suddenly he stood up. "All done?"
"All done."
"Good." Buffy slowly got out of her chair and made her way over to the chest of clothes and picked out a new shirt.
"The next time the doctor says take it easy. Take it easy."
"Oh? And what do you, Doctor Spike, say?"
"First of all, take it easy. Second of all, you bloody well better never call me that again."
"All right. Doctor Spike," she answered skipping out of the room.
"Hey." Spike followed and proceeded to walk her home.
***
Tara and Willow were looking through books when Buffy came through the door. "Wow!" yelled Tara, putting the book she was reading between Buffy and her eyes.
"Tara, what's wrong?" asked Willow looking concerned.
"I'm f-fine. Buffy, could I-I talk to you in the other room? Privately?" The Slayer nodded and followed the witch into the kitchen. "Who were you thinking about when you came into the room?"
"Huh?"
"Dawn said you had to go do something. What was it?"
"See Angel."
"N-No, that's not it. . . hey. You're wearing a different shirt." Buffy suddenly became silent. "What happened?"
"A vampire attacked me on my walk home. The stitches broke when I kicked it, but Spike came by and staked it. He took me to the Magic Box and fixed."
"That's it!" Tara exclaimed.
"What's it?" asked Buffy thoroughly lost.
Tara leaned over the counter. "W-What do you feel about Spike?"
"What?"
"Your aura. It's so red when you think of him."
"So."
"So, that means, that you h-have deep feelings for him."
"How deep?"
"I-I wouldn't say it's Anya red. I'd say it's as red as Dawn and Connor's."
"Dawn and Connor are together?" asked Buffy.
"Don't freak out, but they are spending a lot time together and are having the same deep feelings."
Buffy looked up, "Thank you God!" Tara looked confused. "When I was in the coma, I had a dream that involved you and Faith. You said you guys were 'borrowed'. Faith told me that Dawn was going to get a boyfriend and that he would have what I needed from her apartment." The witch just nodded. "You were playing with Tarot Cards and showed me a blank one saying that I had to trust him. You showed me a lot of other cards and said that I'd need them later." Suddenly, Buffy's eyes grew big and she ran into the other room. "Will, do you remember that one spell we did to defeat Adam?"
Willow glanced at Tara quickly before nodding. "I was Spiritus, Xander was Animus, Giles was Sophus, and you were Manus."
"Did Xander happen to tell you about a swing set in his dream?"
"No. Why are you asking?" Buffy sat down and explained her dream to the witches. "Oh."
"I'm going to go upstairs and head to bed."
"You might want to check on Connor and Dawn. Last we heard was they were talking in her room." Buffy nodded and headed upstairs. She'd tell them to go to bed after a shower.
***
"Rock, paper, scissors!" said the two teens. "Rock beats scissors," said Dawn. "You're turn. It's gotta be good too."
"Oh and my hitting the head off a chirago demon in a swing wasn't?"
"That was mostly gross."
"Oh." The shower turned on. "This entire talk is private right?"
"Of course! If Buffy found out I skipped that many classes or Willow found out I went into her old magic books I wouldn't be sitting here right now." There was silence. "Well?"
"Do you know Angel?"
"Yeah. Buffy and him used to go out."
"Really?" Dawn nodded. "I'm his son."
Dawn sat there for a minute in shock. "How? Why didn't we know about you when they went out together?"
"Calm down. It's a long story." Connor proceeded to tell the cliffs notes version or his life. "Don't really like talking about it to much. Point is. I'm happy where I am in life. Nothing much more to it."
"That means we're about the same age!" She briefly told him about the whole logic with the Key.
"Wow."
"No kidding."
There was a knock at the door. Dawn answered it. "It's about time you guys went to sleep," said Buffy.
"Why?"
Buffy stared at her. "It's past one. Tara and Willow are all ready in their respected places." She smiled, then turned around and began heading down the hall.
She heard Dawn. "Okay. Two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. Um, why don't you take the bed?"
"I'll take the floor."
"Uh, no, that's not."
"Oh, believe me, I've had worse."
Buffy stopped in her tracks. It was a basic reenactment of her and Angel. "Connor, do you snore?" asked Dawn.
"I don't know. It's been a long time since anyone's been in a position to let me know." That made Buffy slide to the floor. That was way to creepy and to be a coincidence. After a few minutes, she got up and headed to her room to fall asleep.
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TBC. . .
*GASP* What's gonna happen next? Tune in later and find out! And as always, review!