A/N: Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, it makes writing worthwhile.
As always THANKYOU Emmy, all comments appreciated, I'm
working on your idea before I post the next chapter.
If anyone knows of any Buffy/Sark pairing fics could they email me? Thanks.
Next chapter should be up in a few days, thanks again for your patience, Shelli
Chapter 6
As Wesley stepped out from the bathroom he noticed that Buffy had fallen asleep, he took her shoes off and covered her with a blanket before settling down on the couch.
Wesley sat on the couch watching the small blonde slayer as she slept fitfully on the bed, this had been a tough day for them and an even harder time lay ahead. He couldn't imagine how Buffy felt. She had, in the space of hours, lost her Mother and Faith and now had to leave her identity and friends behind until they could figure out why Travers was after her.
'I'll contact Albus in the morning,' was Wesley's last thought as he joined the slayer in slumber.
Wesley had barely closed his eyes when he heard a whimper; he woke abruptly and made his way over towards the bed.
Buffy was dreaming he couldn't make out what she was saying, he sat softly on the bed beside her and reached out to touch her, suddenly she sat up screaming "MOMMY!"
Wes did his best to comfort her as she broke down crying, she clung tightly to his arm; Wes knew he'd have bruises in the morning but he honestly couldn't make himself care.
Neither of them were aware of how much time had passed, somehow they had changed position Wes had his back against the headboard with Buffy curled into his side.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Wes asked her gently once her sobs had subsided.
Slowly she nodded her head
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Buffy's Dream
Buffy once again found herself in the Master's lair, this time however she was watching her 16 yr old self, frozen to the spot she could only watch as her body fell into the pool of water "This is where it all changed." Said Faith as she joined Buffy
The two slayers watched as Angel and Xander found her and the latter brought her back to life.
"Watch," Instructed Faith
The scene before them changed and Buffy was helpless she watched as her relationship with Angel flashed before her eyes, she saw their first kiss, patrolling, dancing at The Bronze, Ice-skating.....the scenes kept changing until they reached her 17th birthday.
Buffy tried to look away as Angel placed the Claddaugh ring on her finger, unshed tears stinging her eyes; she knew what was coming next.
"STOP IT!!!!" She yelled as she watched Angel make love to her.
Suddenly she found herself in her bedroom, Faith was gone.
Whistler's words rang in her ears "It wasn't supposed to happen this way; Angel wasn't supposed to open Acathala he was supposed to prevent it from happening."
"Oh my god! I was supposed to die, if I'd died Angel would never have fallen in love with me, we would never had made love, he would never had lost his soul or tried to bring forth Acathala to destroy the world!" Buffy whispered aloud "It's all my fault."
"You're finally getting it, B! You were supposed to die, there's only supposed to be one slayer." Faith added as she again appeared at her side.
Merrick's voice floated on the wind "One girl in all the world..."
Suddenly Buffy found herself in the library directly above the opening to the Hellmouth, a crack appeared in the floor. Something or someone was coming....
Abruptly the scene changed and Buffy was outside her house watching as her Mom loaded the car with the boxes for the charity shop, the boxes contained odds and ends from the years, old clothes and some toys of Buffy's from when she was little.
"Why are you showing me this?" Buffy asked aloud.
No-one answered her.
All too soon, Joyce shut the trunk and bent down to pick up Buffy's old doll; Tammy was a gift from her Father for her fourth birthday.
Buffy never had the heart to tell him that she was scared of it and had hid it in her wardrobe each night before going to sleep. There was just something unnatural about a doll that was bigger than her, who in their right mind wants a four foot doll?
Joyce carefully placed the doll in the passenger seat and closed the door. The doll fell against the door, its long golden hair concealing its face from view.
"Oh my god!" Buffy whispered as she realised what she was witnessing.
Joyce slowly reversed out the driveway, a sobbing Buffy chasing after her begging her to stop.
A strange voice whispered in the wind "You think you know. What's to come. What you are. You haven't even begun."
Before long, there was a screech of brakes and a sickening thud as Buffy helplessly watched the collision, the last thing she saw was her Mother's lifeless eyes before she woke screaming.
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Wesley could do nothing but hold Buffy as she relived the nightmare that was her dream, her tears flowed freely as he listened to her Mother's last moments in between her choked sobs.
"I watched her die, Wes, I was standing right there and I couldn't reach her! They thought it was me in that car! Why do they want to kill me?" She asked
"I don't know, Buffy, but I promise we'll find out and I'll be with you to the end," Wesley answered
"Thanks Wes. Merrick would be proud of you."
Wes stiffened at her words, "How?"
"You have his eyes and your nose does that scrunchy thing when you're thinking," Buffy replied softly.
Daylight was beginning to seep through the windows. "Sleep now, talk in the morning," Buffy mumbled before drifting off into what she hoped to be a dreamless sleep.
As always THANKYOU Emmy, all comments appreciated, I'm
working on your idea before I post the next chapter.
If anyone knows of any Buffy/Sark pairing fics could they email me? Thanks.
Next chapter should be up in a few days, thanks again for your patience, Shelli
Chapter 6
As Wesley stepped out from the bathroom he noticed that Buffy had fallen asleep, he took her shoes off and covered her with a blanket before settling down on the couch.
Wesley sat on the couch watching the small blonde slayer as she slept fitfully on the bed, this had been a tough day for them and an even harder time lay ahead. He couldn't imagine how Buffy felt. She had, in the space of hours, lost her Mother and Faith and now had to leave her identity and friends behind until they could figure out why Travers was after her.
'I'll contact Albus in the morning,' was Wesley's last thought as he joined the slayer in slumber.
Wesley had barely closed his eyes when he heard a whimper; he woke abruptly and made his way over towards the bed.
Buffy was dreaming he couldn't make out what she was saying, he sat softly on the bed beside her and reached out to touch her, suddenly she sat up screaming "MOMMY!"
Wes did his best to comfort her as she broke down crying, she clung tightly to his arm; Wes knew he'd have bruises in the morning but he honestly couldn't make himself care.
Neither of them were aware of how much time had passed, somehow they had changed position Wes had his back against the headboard with Buffy curled into his side.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Wes asked her gently once her sobs had subsided.
Slowly she nodded her head
***********************************************************
Buffy's Dream
Buffy once again found herself in the Master's lair, this time however she was watching her 16 yr old self, frozen to the spot she could only watch as her body fell into the pool of water "This is where it all changed." Said Faith as she joined Buffy
The two slayers watched as Angel and Xander found her and the latter brought her back to life.
"Watch," Instructed Faith
The scene before them changed and Buffy was helpless she watched as her relationship with Angel flashed before her eyes, she saw their first kiss, patrolling, dancing at The Bronze, Ice-skating.....the scenes kept changing until they reached her 17th birthday.
Buffy tried to look away as Angel placed the Claddaugh ring on her finger, unshed tears stinging her eyes; she knew what was coming next.
"STOP IT!!!!" She yelled as she watched Angel make love to her.
Suddenly she found herself in her bedroom, Faith was gone.
Whistler's words rang in her ears "It wasn't supposed to happen this way; Angel wasn't supposed to open Acathala he was supposed to prevent it from happening."
"Oh my god! I was supposed to die, if I'd died Angel would never have fallen in love with me, we would never had made love, he would never had lost his soul or tried to bring forth Acathala to destroy the world!" Buffy whispered aloud "It's all my fault."
"You're finally getting it, B! You were supposed to die, there's only supposed to be one slayer." Faith added as she again appeared at her side.
Merrick's voice floated on the wind "One girl in all the world..."
Suddenly Buffy found herself in the library directly above the opening to the Hellmouth, a crack appeared in the floor. Something or someone was coming....
Abruptly the scene changed and Buffy was outside her house watching as her Mom loaded the car with the boxes for the charity shop, the boxes contained odds and ends from the years, old clothes and some toys of Buffy's from when she was little.
"Why are you showing me this?" Buffy asked aloud.
No-one answered her.
All too soon, Joyce shut the trunk and bent down to pick up Buffy's old doll; Tammy was a gift from her Father for her fourth birthday.
Buffy never had the heart to tell him that she was scared of it and had hid it in her wardrobe each night before going to sleep. There was just something unnatural about a doll that was bigger than her, who in their right mind wants a four foot doll?
Joyce carefully placed the doll in the passenger seat and closed the door. The doll fell against the door, its long golden hair concealing its face from view.
"Oh my god!" Buffy whispered as she realised what she was witnessing.
Joyce slowly reversed out the driveway, a sobbing Buffy chasing after her begging her to stop.
A strange voice whispered in the wind "You think you know. What's to come. What you are. You haven't even begun."
Before long, there was a screech of brakes and a sickening thud as Buffy helplessly watched the collision, the last thing she saw was her Mother's lifeless eyes before she woke screaming.
***********************************************************
Wesley could do nothing but hold Buffy as she relived the nightmare that was her dream, her tears flowed freely as he listened to her Mother's last moments in between her choked sobs.
"I watched her die, Wes, I was standing right there and I couldn't reach her! They thought it was me in that car! Why do they want to kill me?" She asked
"I don't know, Buffy, but I promise we'll find out and I'll be with you to the end," Wesley answered
"Thanks Wes. Merrick would be proud of you."
Wes stiffened at her words, "How?"
"You have his eyes and your nose does that scrunchy thing when you're thinking," Buffy replied softly.
Daylight was beginning to seep through the windows. "Sleep now, talk in the morning," Buffy mumbled before drifting off into what she hoped to be a dreamless sleep.