Heroic Deeds

By Ayisha

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. Smallville doesn't belong to me, either.

Author's Notes 1: I'm introducing original characters in this chapter so sorry if it would be confusing. And I know I promised that I'd make this chapter longer, but I have writer's block so sorry about that.

Author's Notes 2: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the fic.

WhiteWolf 3: I seriously don't know. It could go anywhere. I'm just taking it one chapter at a time.

Alyssa: It's Lionel. I'm still deciding about Lex, though.

Tariq: Preferably S6/S3 for Buffy and Angel, S1 for Smallville.

Chapter 4:

Sunnydale, California

"Where should I put this?" Tara asked. She was holding a porcelain vase with Chinese symbols in it.

Willow indicated to the pile of boxes she was arranging. "You can put it right here along with the other stuff."

Tara was doing as she was told when Xander came bouncing down the stairs with Anya right behind him. "Guys, you'll never believe all the cool stuff we found at the attic."

"Yeah. There was these old dresses and pictures and oh…we found a trunk." Anya grinned. "I can't believe I'm actually cleaning the attic. It's one of those things they often do in movies…maybe we can find a hidden treasure somewhere. They often does in movies."

The four of them were at the Summers' home, packing and cleaning up the place. Since Dawn left a week ago, she had asked them to close the house down. Apparently, she had no intention of staying there anytime soon.

The phone rang. Willow picked it up. "Hello?"

"Willow?"

"Giles." Willow looked at Tara as Anya and Xander exchanged glances.

"I'm sorry if this is the only time I've called. I've been quite busy."

"It's okay. How's England?"

"It's the same, really." There was a pause. "Is something wrong?"

Willow took a deep breath. "Giles, its Buffy."

"What happened? Is she alright?"

"She's…" Willow trailed off. Tara held her hand. "Buffy left Sunnydale a couple of weeks ago and we've been trying to find her ever since. We assumed that she went to LA so we asked Angel for his help. But it was too late."

Giles started to have a bad feeling at the pit of his stomach. "Too late for what?"

"Angel found her, Giles. With three vampires feasting on her." Willow choked. They should be used to it by now, right? It's the third time Buffy had left them.

And this would surely be the last any of them would see her or even hear from her again.

"Good lord…" Giles whispered.

"Giles, I'm sorry. We tried to call you but-."

"She just came back, for the love of god! Why did they have to take her away so soon?"

Willow felt the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't know, Giles. I don't know."

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Young Lucy Parker was left alone at the playground. She didn't mind it since she was busy playing in the sandbox.

"Hello."

Lucy looked up and saw a nice kid smiling at her. "Hello."

"Why are you here all alone?"

"I'm waiting for my nanny. She said she would just buy some drinks and then we're going home." Lucy answered.

The kid looked around. "But I don't see her anywhere."

"That's probably because she got lost coming here. She just moved to town."

"Oh." The kid was staring at Lucy's neck. "Can I play with you?"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea."

Lucy screamed. The kid just turned to ash.

"Oh bloody hell." Spike rolled his eyes. "You save the kid's life and what does she do? She screams and then she cries." He found the nanny's corpse awhile ago while patrolling the particular neighborhood.

Spike lit up a cigarette and shook his head. "Vamps." He blew a puff of smoke. "They really come in different sizes." He looked at Lucy. "Where do you live, little girl?"

Lucy sniffed. "Revello Drive."

"Must be a bloody sign." Spike grumbled. "Why am I doing this anyway?" He handed Lucy a handkerchief. "Come, girlie, I'll take you home."

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Unbeknownst to Spike, he was being watched.

"Is that the infamous William the Bloody?"

"Hmmm…let's see. Peroxide blond, British accent, blue eyes, snarling, smoking, sarcastic." Silence. "Yup. That's him."

"I thought he was the big bad!"

"He is! Was!"

"Then why did he saved that girl?"

"Maybe because he's following Angelus' footsteps?"

"He would be of no use to our cause if that's the case!"

"Don't worry, boss. We'll find someone else."

"You better find someone else because you know what I'm going to do to you if you don't, understand?"

A gulp. "Yes, boss."

"Good."

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Everyone in the Los Angeles penitentiary was in a panic. The siren was already sounded.

"There was an escape!" A guard shouted. "A prisoner has escaped!"

All the lights were suddenly turned on. It roamed the vicinity. The police dogs were unleashed.

Yet they couldn't see anybody. Nor could they hear anybody.

Crouching low on her back, Faith held her breath. Making sure that nobody was looking, she looked at the person in front of her. "Are you sure about this?"

"The Powers that Be have spoken." he replied.

"The Powers that Be?"

"I am a Messenger." He replied. "And here is the message: you are free. And you have a destiny to fulfill."

Faith furrowed her brows in confusion. "I don't under-." She never got the chance to finish. The next thing she knew, she was standing in front of the Summers' home at Revello Drive. The messenger was gone.

"Faith, isn't it?"

Faith turned around. It was Spike. "Well, well, well. The rogue Slayer has finally returned." He blew a puff of smoke. "You here to take the Slayer's place?"

All Faith could do was stare at him.