TITLE: Interim
AUTHOR: William Rayne
EMAIL: knytmareyahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Clark/Lana
SUMMARY: Willow sends Buffy (and by extension, Dawn) to Kansas to find 3 newly chosen slayers. Who knew that a place called Smallville would become more than a routine search and train. AU, cross-over with Smallville.
SPOILERS: BtVS: Chosen, SV: Exodus, Exile, Rosetta
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, email me
DISCLAIMER someone else owns 'em, I'm just taking them out to play. Don't sue me, I have no money
FEEDBACK: Desired like none other.
NOTES AND NEWS: Thanks for the confirms on stuff. Can't remember the translations for the cave stuff, so I'm going to make them up to fit my story.
As always: bold italics for stressed, italics for thoughts or voice-over, and underlines for sarcasm or disgust.
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Interim
Chapter 3
Smallville, August 2003
Emerald. Where am I going to get an emerald on such short notice and not to mention, funds, Dawn thought as she re-read the ingredients to the charm bag she was making for her sister. It was then she passed one of the small souvenir shops that Smallville did have. Brilliant. That should work. Yup, definitely should. Willow has improvised before, there's no reason I can't. Besides, I can hopefully tweak it so that acts like an emerald. Walking into the shop, she purchased a few small pieces of the famed green meteorite.
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3 hours before
Buffy looked up from the computer screen and into her sister's eyes, and then paled.
"Nifty, huh?" Dawn asked.
Seeing the look on Buffy's face, she added, "Well except for the first time. I forgot you've never gotten one of Willow's encrypted magical visual emails before. You look a little pale, do you need to sit down?"
Buffy blinked and shook her head no, "No thanks, Dawn. I'm fine. It's just disorienting is all. And I was not pale, solemn maybe but definitely not pale."
"Whatever," the brunette responded with a smirk.
"Anyways," Buffy said, not wanting to fight with her little sister, "I can't believe I'm going to ask you this but can I trust you to stay out of trouble while I do this thing in Metropolis?"
Dawn scoffed, "You had to ask?"
Buffy gave a 'what I thought' look and then shouted across the room, "Hey, Lana, Chloe. Do you think you two can keep my kid sister out of trouble while I go attend to an emergency business thing in Metropolis?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," the girls responded happily while Dawn looked agape at her sister.
"Uh, Buffy?" Lana asked.
"Yeah, Lana?"
"I'm going into Metropolis tomorrow for some personal stuff. You wouldn't happen to want to carpool, would you?"
Buffy thought it over and said, "I don't know, Lana, I may be in town until the next day or so."
"That's ok, my aunt lives in Metropolis, and I can always pick you up whenever the next day. I can give you my cell to reach me at."
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Later that night
"Here," Dawn said as she handed over the charm bag she made as her sister packed up some of her weapons. Dawn looked over the backpack and queried, "Troll hammer? Haven't seen that in forever, why bring it along?"
"To make sure no one takes it," Buffy replied as she sniffed the charm bag cautiously.
"Strong backpack," Dawn commented.
"Willow magically reinforced it," looking puzzled, she eyed the bag suspiciously, "What's exactly in this, Dawn? Not that I'm complaining about the lack of smelliness but," her voice trailing off as she noticed her younger sister giving her the evil eye.
Dawn sighed, "There's a glamour on it so it won't smell. It was either the negation glamour or an audible one where you'd have to tell Lana you had burritos last night and then apologize profusely to her because the bag would still smell but she wouldn't know you were---" Buffy threw Dawn a death look and the young girl finished quickly, "And I see I chose correctly."
Buffy sighed, "K, that explains one thing. My other question is, what is this supposed to do?"
Dawn got excited and said, "That what was bugging me. I mean I wanted to give you something to protect you in general but also wanted to give you an edge in case you ran into that Devrac demon."
"Devrac?" Buffy interrupted.
"Yeah, I figured out what that thing that's been robbing the banks probably is. Best match I found is the Devrac. They're thought to be nearly extinct, which is good because they're nasty beasts by all accounts. Strong, fast, damn near invulnerable as well. Only weak spot is a literal Achilles heel and that's only if you use an emerald weapon cause like emeralds weaken it. If that wasn't enough, you need to like get a natural twenty to hit the spot."
Buffy blinked and said, "Natural twenty?"
"Critical hit. Lucky shot. You know, like in D&D?" Dawn replied as if her sister was mentally deficient.
"Ok, you so spent too much time around Andrew and Xander."
"Vin Diesel plays it," Dawn muttered.
"Anyways, back to the bag," Buffy said as she rolled her eyes.
"Well," Dawn finished proudly, "I couldn't decide which to put so I did both."
Buffy sensed something wrong and once she realized it, she blurted, "You can't do that."
"Can too," Dawn put her hands on her hips defensively.
"No," Buffy said diplomatically, not wanting to start a fight, "I mean you can't stack spells like that. They'll negate each other or something. I distinctly remember Willow explaining this to me."
"I figured it out a way around that," Dawn said nonchalantly as her hands settled to her side.
Buffy looked at her sister blankly, "How?"
A smile crept up Dawn's face. I'm so glad she's gotten over me doing the magics. Dawn explained, crossing her arms, "The spells are all phased, blinking in and out of our dimension within a 15 second cycle of each other. I did that so that the stink wouldn't settle enough to notice but you can still reap the benefits of the other spell effects. Be careful though, if the bag spills open, the ingredients will mix and the whole thing will go nuclear."
"Go nuclear," Buffy shrieked as she very gently handled the bag.
"Bad choice of words," Dawn cringed, "I meant that the whole thing will go ker-blooey and you'll end up with a useless, smelly bag."
Buffy glared at her.
"So, when's Lana picking you up?" Dawn changed the topic nervously, her foot tracing an imaginary line on the floor.
"Noon, what did Chloe call about?" Buffy responded, her eyes indicating that the discussion on magic wasn't necessarily over but otherwise remaining silent on the matter.
Dawn's relief was evident as she said, "Oh, she wants to know what I'm doing since you're leaving and all. She invited me to do some newspaper stuff, I told her I would. Maybe I'll get a lead on the werewolf articles Willow attached to us, along with the visual she sent you. Which, by the way, what was in that? What's going on in Metropolis?"
"If you needed to know that, Will would've given it to you as well," Buffy said sternly.
Dawn narrowed her eyes, "So, what are we gonna do tonight? I mean, most Fridays, I'd want to find a Bronze-like place but considering the puppy that's on the loose and all, I figure I can tag along with you."
"Dawn," Buffy began.
"It's not like you'll be looking out for me, I think I've come very far in learning to protect myself. Willow says I'm a natural at the magics, I'm picking it up quick."
Buffy threw up her hands in defeat, "Fine, get the tranq gun and let's roll." As Dawn squealed in delight, Buffy thought, That's the part that scares me. You're learning a lot of things quickly and easily. Willow's scans say that you're just a normal girl but I can't shake the feeling that it's somehow related to what you once were. Or maybe still are, haven't figured that out yet.
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Saturday, Smallville
The previous night's hunt for the werewolf in question yielded no results and the Summers sisters were glad that they could sleep in but worried about where the beast may have gone or what damage it had done. Buffy and Lana had left for Metropolis, leaving Dawn alone in Lana's old house to wait for Chloe. Dawn re-read the articles Willow had sent as she geared up. Checking the tranquilizer pistol before she put in the shoulder holster that Xander had modified for her, Dawn looked in the mirror to ensure the jacket she wore properly concealed the weaponry, and then put a couple stakes into the back part of the holster. She chose some army boots to go with her ensemble. The boots also conveniently allowed her to stow away a small dagger as well. Double-checking to make sure none of the weapons could be detected, she settled down to review the articles.
The first article was a brief story on Jonathan Kent's discovery of a girl near the mutilated corpse of a boy. Mr. Kent had found them the day before the Summers sisters arrived in town. The second article was about the same night they had arrived in Smallville. It was the story of carnage in the wing where the unconscious Jane Doe was recovering. The girl was missing and police believed she was involved but refused to comment on whether or not she was suspect. What no one but Willow, Buffy and Dawn had realized was the connection that explained the events. The night before the girl was found was the day before the full moon and the night of the hospital incident was the night of the full moon. This of course meant, that since Buffy and Dawn failed to locate the beastie last night, they would have a month to find the girl and deal with the matter but Dawn was determined to find her before then so that she could explain to the girl the dangers of being a werewolf.
Dawn figured that Chloe, being a reporter, would want to find out more about the girl and the hospital mystery and she wasn't disappointed when she asked Chloe what story they were working on that day.
"Well, I need to look up some things at the Torch but did you see the paper yesterday?" Chloe responded as they drove down the country road towards town.
"Are you talking about the hospital?" Dawn replied.
"Yeah, I figured that since you're from Sunnydale, you wouldn't wig at looking into that sort of thing. I am right, right? I mean if you're uncomfortable, we can always sneak over to Metropolis, do some shopping and maybe hit a club."
"No, no," Dawn said, tempted to take Chloe up on the other option but knowing that Willow wouldn't have sent them the articles if it wasn't important, "You have no idea how totally normal researching is for me."
Chloe raised an eyebrow and Dawn added, "I mean, I'm use to this sort of thing. I'm the curious type."
Chloe seemed to accept the answer and Dawn sighed inwardly. When they arrived at the Torch, Chloe told Dawn to make herself at home. This prompted the young Summers girl to prod around the office and stumble upon Chloe's infamous Wall of Weird. As she read the titles and skimmed the articles, she mumbled off her own supernatural theories as to the causes. When she came across the article Chloe did on the mysterious symbol burnt into the Kent barn, Dawn paused.
Her first thought was that it was a magical glyph or rune of some sort but the more she studied it, the more she was inclined to reform her opinion. There were pictures of cave walls containing symbols that seemed to be of the same origin. She sat down and stared at them, trying to figure out their meaning.
It had started last year, Dawn was translating a Sumerian text when something clicked and suddenly the text became English. Since then, a few translations have produced the same feeling but not the same method. Dawn felt the familiar tingle and in her mind's eye, the glyphs began to make sense to her. "Hope," she whispered as she looked at the barn symbol and continued to the writings on the cave walls. "The day will come when the Last Son will begin his quest to…to conquer. No, that's not it, to govern. To rule. No, not that either," She pondered as she tried to properly translate a particularly tricky glyph. "Ha! To guide. The day will come when the Last son will begin his quest to guide this third planet from the star, Sol," Dawn concluded aloud, proud of herself.
So enamored with her translating, Dawn forgot where she was until she was brought back to reality with the sound of Chloe's clapping. "Wow," Chloe said, clearly amazed but skeptical, "I don't know if you made that up or somehow managed to actually figure out what those symbols mean, but either way I'm impressed. Though the strange tingly in the air that I feel tells me it's the latter rather than the former."
Dawn blushed and suddenly found her feet to be the most interesting object in the world as she tried to avoid the subject, "How long you been there?"
"Not too long. Just got in for your shrieking out the translation. Heard you mumbling in the other room and," Chloe paused, realizing what she had just said and what Dawn was trying to do. It was too late.
Dawn interrupted, "I did not shriek. Maybe yelped but definitely not shrieked and hey." Dawn caught what Chloe had just revealed and asked as she rose, hand slipping towards her boot, "How could you have heard me mumble in the other room? You'd have to have, like, super-hearing or…"
Dawn's hand reached her dagger and in one fluid motion she flung it towards Chloe, aiming for near her head. I hope I'm right or else I'm so going to be explaining things, Dawn thought as the dagger tore through the air. Chloe didn't miss a beat in this dangerous dance, sidestepping to get a better position and with her right hand, caught the dagger handle in midair. Spinning with the pointed weapon's momentum, Chloe completed a 180 and let the dagger loose from her grip. As the weapon spun handle over blade and then quivered in the ground before Dawn's feet, a shocked Chloe said, "What the hell was that about, Dawn?"
"I was testing a theory, turns out I'm right," Dawn beamed nervously.
Chloe's jaw dropped and then she entered full reporter mode, "What theory is that? And what if you were wrong? And, I can not express this enough, what the hell was that about?"
Dawn bent to retrieve the dagger and as Chloe eyed her warily, she re-sheathed it in her boot, stating, "Um, I didn't think that far ahead."
"You---" Chloe began.
"Anyways," Dawn said, wanting to get to the point, "We have to talk, we both know you aren't like normal people."
"Well, I'm beginning to think the same about you," Chloe countered.
"Would you believe I'm an alien refugee?" both girls offered simultaneously.
Dawn laughed, saying, "Great minds think alike, I guess. Anyways, we both know that isn't the true story." Dawn motioned towards the chairs and Chloe nodded.
"You first," they both said when they were seated.
Dawn sighed, "I guess I should go first actually."
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Saturday Morning, Metropolis
The bullets shred the bed, the sound muffled by the silencers that was attached to the automatic weapons. One of the men, a tattoo covering his face, moved closer to the bed and poked at the sheets as the feathers from the comforter still litter the air. The movement was sudden, so quick that it occurred within the blink of an eye.
Kal-El shot out from under the sheets, like an enraged cobra. The gunmen writhed in his grip, unable to escape. To Kal-El, time is standing still. He uses the opportunity to memorize the faces of his assailants then flings them across the room as if they were paper. Rising to his feet, he plays with a class ring with a red gemstone and surveys the rest of the room. The dark-haired teen is shirtless, a strange symbol stands out boldly on his chest. The symbol seems as it were branded in. It is a pentagon encasing an '8' and its meaning is only known to a select few.
"Who sent you?" Kal-El said aggressively, daring them to withhold the information on him. The sadistic look in his eyes seeming to want them to be silent so that he could 'interrogate' them. A smile crept up his face and the look sent chills down the spines of these hardened men.
The sound of clapping breaks the tension in the air and a voice boomed out from a corner shadow. "I did," says a classy, middle-aged man. The man is wearing glasses and a finely tailored suit. The eyes behind the glasses seem almost reptilian as they assess the teen. The man held out his hand and stated, "Morgan Edge."
Kal-El looked at the proffered hand, sneered and turned to put on a shirt. Edge ignores the insult and looks disinterestedly at the apartment while stating, "I wasn't aware that Devracs did any ritual scarring. I thought it was pretty much impossible with the near invulnerability and all."
Kal-El, paused slightly while buttoning up his shirt. He was glad that Edge couldn't see the look of confusion on his face but decided to play along. "Yeah," he said, "well. What can I say? My dad's a bastard. What do you want?"
"I came by to see if you were a myth. I was led to believe your people were long extinct," Edge replied and smiled when he notice the affect his words had on Kal-El.
"You clearly could use better sources," Kal replied aloofly.
Edge chuckled and walked over towards a nearby chair, "That remains to be seen. However, the real reason I came is that I need a job done. A job that only someone with your unique capabilities would be able to pull off and that pays better than these small time shots you've been pulling."
Kal narrowed his eyes and replied, "Thanks. But I'm really not looking for work right now. I like to fly solo."
Edge sits down with the fluidity of a serpent and states, "You're mistaken, Kal. I wasn't asking you. I was offering to compensate you, yes, but I wasn't asking."
Kal laughs, "You think you can order me around like you do these clowns?" He gestured to Edge's men.
Edge's eyes narrow, almost becoming slits as he states coldly, "Your people may be invulnerable to a lot of things but I know your weakness. Now we can do this the easy way or I can have my other people come in and send you off to greener pastures. Do we have any understanding?"
Edge is rewarded by the split second of horror that dawns on Kal's face. After that split second, Edge found himself hoisted above the ground with the neckline of his shirt in Kal's hand. The teen hissed, "I bet I can kill you before you could give that order. Care to find out? I don't appreciate threats."
Knowing that struggling is futile, Edge choked out, "You may be physically powerful, Kal, but you're still a kid. I'm the biggest crime boss in this city and I have friends in low places. Kill me and you unleash Pandora's Box. Are you prepared for that?"
Seeing hesitation in the teenager's eyes, Edge continued, "Are you prepared to wage war with people loyal to me that know how to kill you? Or better yet…I have access to some of most deadly implements ever seen on this world. I could have whatever or whoever you hold dear. So go ahead, Kal. Do it. I don't make threats, I make promises. You have no idea who you're dealing with."
Edge found his feet back on the ground. As he smiled in triumph, he couldn't help but notice Kal's eyes glowing red with fury as the boy replied, "What's the job?"
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Saturday Afternoon, Lana's Car
"Thanks again for the ride, Lana," Buffy said as she turned away from the endless sea of wheat, "Mr. Kent should have my car fixed by tomorrow."
Lana responded, "Not a problem."
Her gaze returning to the wheat, Buffy sighed mentally and prompted, "So, I'm surprised you asked me to ride with you, given everything."
"Well, I figured we could talk more," Lana said as she set the cruise control, "Ah, there. I gave some thought to what…"
Lana paused and Buffy finished, "I said yesterday?"
Buffy returned her attention back to Lana as the teen nodded.
"And?"
"Oh," Lana stated, "still taking it in."
Buffy's eyes glazed over as a memory hit her and she said, "Yeah. It's a lot to take in. I remember when I was called. I was your age and oh my god, Dawn!"
Lana jumped in her seat at the sudden exclamation, "What?"
Buffy, broken from her reverie by revelation, replied sheepishly "Oh, nothing really. Sorry for the fright. I just realized that Dawn's the same age I was when I was called. With everything that's gone on these past 3 months, I completely didn't notice how far she's come. I noticed her growing up, yeah, but she's become this amazingly beautiful woman, practically underneath my nose. Well not literally, she's not a giant ball of mucus. She was once a ball of light but that was so long ago and…"
Lana blinked, confused, and Buffy returned back to where she left off, "Sorry, complete tangent there. Anyways, what I wanted to say is that I remember what it was like. Taking it in and all. That's why I'm surprised at how you're dealing with this. Cause me, total denial."
Lana laughed, "I must admit, if you had told me this 2 years ago, I would've probably did the same." Her expression became semi-solemn as she continued, "But these past few years have taught me to keep an open mind. Though if you want the truth, I think there's a logical, scientific explanation for what you've described to me."
"Uh, been there with that. Trust me, you're better off not trying to justify it. Either way, I'm glad you haven't wigged. Normally, I'd want to get you started on training right away but after seeing you handle yourself and my current, uh, mission. Well, it can wait."
"Well, I was hoping if you had some time, maybe you could show me a few moves when we get to Metropolis?"
Buffy smiled, "Sure."
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Saturday Night, Club Atlantis in Metropolis
Kal-El walked into and through the club as if he owned the place and considering how much money he's spent here, he practically did. Piercing his way through the undulating masses like a bullet through flesh, he took in his surroundings and smiled. The chaotic scene was paradise to him. Here he was somebody and nobody all at once. A pretty, blonde waitress passed by and greeted him, "Heya, Kal. Your usual?"
"Yeah," he replied, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. Lighting up the tobacco stick, he told her, "Put it on my tab and come find me."
The Britney Spears clone replied, "Sure thing, hon."
Kal-El surveyed the scene once more, took a drag from his cigarette and spotted his target for the night. As he began to make his towards the young lady, he felt someone grab him by the arm. He tried to shrug off the feminine feeling hand. Sorry honey, not your night. I already chose tonight's playmate. The grip tightened with pressure enough to lull a normal man into submission. Kal-El wasn't a normal man. Intrigued by what inhuman force attempted to bind him, he turned around. His mood shifting from curiosity to surprise. Dropping his smoke, he exclaimed, "Lana?!"
"Clark?" Lana responded in a daze, her grip becoming lax, "I thought it was just wishful thinking but it's really you."
Clark didn't respond. Instead, he freed himself and grabbing Lana by her wrist dragged her over to the backdoor. Away from the noise and the crowd, he hissed, "How did you find me?"
Lana's expression went from elated to dour as she said sarcastically, "Gee, it's wonderful to see you too, Clark. No, I'm fine now. You've only had me worried for the past three months and all but its ok, your warm reception makes it all better."
"Lana," Clark sighed as he ran his hand through his dark locks, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just that---"
Lana pulled away from him and exited through the backdoor. She was surprised when she ran into Clark.
"How did you---"
Clark cut off her words with a kiss. Lana tensed up then gave in to the moment. She lost herself in the passion. She spun the boy around and broke the kiss. Clark was clearly confused but had no time to react as Lana shoved him against the wall. Pinning him to the brick wall, Lana purred in his ear, "I see you've missed me too."
Clark wasn't sure what had gotten into Lana but he liked it. She seized him in her embrace, running kisses along his neck with her hands running along his chest. They were lost in their own world and didn't notice the shadows slinking towards them in the alley.
"You know the best thing about eating couples?" A voice said, interrupting the two lovers. Lana and Clark turned to see a white man who fit the stereotypical look of a thug. The man smiled, his face morphing inhumanly, he finished, "Their blood is always hot."
Clark was too shocked to react as the man lunged towards them. Even if Clark could've reacted, he would have still been blindsided by an attack from his right. The kick from a trucker-looking monster drove him through the air over 40 feet and into a dumpster.
Lana reacted quickly, the Slayer training Buffy had helped hone earlier kicked in. Lana was a blur of action. After dodging the vampire thug's attempted grapple, she side snap-kicked him into the wall. As the man bounced off the brick, she did a spinning roundhouse that connected with his temple. As he made his decent towards the alley floor, Lana pulled out a stake she had in her purse and risked a glance to find the trucker. What she saw boiled her blood. The vampire had closed the distance to stand above a disoriented Clark. The trucker picked up the prone boy and was making ready to bite him. Whipping the stake towards the aggressor, Lana prayed that her aim was true. The stake hit the vampire and Lana didn't get to see the results as she found her feet swept out from under her. She rolled to find the vampire thug looming above her, "Girl fancies herself a Slayer, huh?"
Clark shook out of his daze to find that himself held by the monstrous trucker. Before he could free himself, the trucker exploded into dust? Ignoring what he had just witnessed, his thoughts turned to his love. He looked down the alleyway to see Lana battling with the other assailant. They were engaged in combat and Clark smiled as he saw that she was holding her own without any need for help. That a girl, he thought. Lana had managed to knock the man to the ground and as she drew an object from her jacket, Clark's expression turned to abject horror as he realized her intentions. He realized that, for whatever reason, Lana was going to drive the sharp wooden stick through the man's heart and Clark wasn't about to let the woman he loved commit murder.
Lana had recovered from the vampire's second attack and had reversed their positions. She drew out the extra stake she had in her jacket so that she could finish the encounter before Clark recovered. She didn't want to alarm him with her newly found powers and the demons she faced. In fact, she wasn't sure if she wanted Clark to know at all. She was afraid of how he would react to her. Would he think she was crazy? After all, Buffy said that most people refused to believe it even when they've seen it. Normal people, Buffy said, usually can't deal. Even if she didn't tell him the truth, she wondered if he'd think she was a meteor freak. Would he be able to handle the truth? Would he still love her, knowing what she really was?
A thousand other thoughts rushed through her mind as she drove the stake down towards the fiend's heart. Those thoughts were shattered along with the stake as Lana suddenly found a hand in front of her target. Her eyes traced the hand to its owner and the remains of the stake clattered to the ground. Lana found herself staring at a conflicted Clark Kent. The two gazed at each other in stunned amazement and confusion.
They barely heard the thug hiss, "Devrac. Kill her! She's the Slayer." The thug got to his feet and realized that wasn't going to happen. He also realized that the two were preoccupied with each other. Lana and Clark didn't notice the retreating footfalls as they both tried to make sense of what they just saw and heard.
That should have gone through his hand. The vamp said 'Devrac'. Is Clark a demon? Please don't be, I have to kill demons. Don't I?
Slayer? What the hell is a Slayer? Clark thought.
The silence was broken as both said simultaneously, "What are you?"
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Later that night, Inside the LuthorCorp building
Buffy waited in the shadows of the hallway outside of Lionel Luthor's office. As she watched for anything abnormal, she recalled the email Willow had sent. Or rather, she recalled the, for lack of a better term, vision that was 'attached' to the email. With Kennedy to ground the Wicca, Willow tapped into the 'light' side of magic in order to help find the new activated Slayers they had set loose upon the world in May.
The attachment was vivid. It recanted a visit that Willow had, from all people, Cordelia. Last they heard, Cordelia was in a coma. Willow had said that Cordy was communicating to them thanks to the PTB. Cordy gave Willow a vision to relay as well as instructions on how to accomplish the mission. According to the Powers That Be, Buffy's multi-Slayer trick had changed the world in more ways than they could've imagined.
The Powers needed Buffy's help in setting a wayward Champion back unto his destiny. In order to do that, Buffy had to intercept an item the fallen hero was going to take. The irony of it all was that the item was already in the wrong hands and if delivered, would spell disaster on an almost apocalyptic scale. Cordelia warned that it would not be an easy battle. She suggested Buffy use the Troll hammer. The vision sent was the timing needed to get to where Buffy would wait for her intended target. Buffy was to stake out the place until the target had the item. Something about him only being able to access it, Buffy couldn't remember that part.
She was brought out of her reverie as the door to the office across from her hiding spot exploded inward by an unseen force. The perpetrator was revealed as he stood in front of the vault. The tall, man-shaped figure wore a ski-mask. Well, whatever you are. You aren't getting that thing. Wish Cordy could've been more descriptive of what I'm supposed to get from this creature. Well, at least she gave me a heads up on using the hammer.
The creature ripped open the vault door and as it entered, Buffy made her move. When the creature turned to exit with a small metal box in its hand, it came face to face with Buffy.
"Sorry, Dumb Donald, can't let you have that," Buffy stated, emphasizing her stance with the Troll hammer.
A/N: Building on the Dawn magics angle and other stuff we saw in season 7. More to come next chapter. Dumb Donald is from 'Fat Albert', he wears this oversized ski-mask looking thing. Anyways, I'm not good with the quips and know the whole Cordy thing was a bit lame but it's the only way I could figure to drive the plot to where it needed to be. What happened to Jonathan Kent, why didn't he intercept Clark? Find out in the next update. Plus Dawn and Chloe's day and adventure. Oh, did I mention Clark and Buffy get to fight?
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