Window of Escape
By: A. G. Archer
Disclaimer: I own no-one and nothing except for those whom you don't recognize.
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence and some sexual situations... ;D
Summary: Buffy died, being torn from Heaven... everyone knows that. This time around, Buffy has lost all touch to humor... her inner child has been left behind and she has no personality without the mini-Buffy inside. Silas is an ancient Angel who had been Buffy's friend when she was in Heaven, so now he's trying to help get the child back into Buffy and help her regain her memory which she lost when she was reborn into the world of mortals and demons.
Chapter 1: Life is so Much Easier When You're Dead
Silas gaped in horror. It was an ordinary day in Heaven, yet there was a disturbing thing happening. An angel was being reborn into the world of the living. It was one of those things that you don't mess with, and yet, here it was. Being messed with. The young witch, her companion, the ex-vengeance demon and the mortal, all conjuring down an angel... Elizabeth Anne Summers. Silas walked over to the laughing girl who would soon be ripped out of her place in the sky.
"Elizabeth, you're being reborn," the ancient angel stated. He rested a hand on the young woman and sighed.
"What do you mean, 'reborn'?" The ex-slayer's face was distorted into confusion. She gripped her mother's hand.
"Your friends are making you mortal -well, as mortal as a slayer gets- again. Do you want this?"
"No! I want to stay in peace. Up here with my mother! Why do I have to go down there? I-" The girl's sentence and rambling was cut off as a bright light flashed. When the light subsided, the young girl was gone and a great rumbling went throughout the heavens and a life appeared on the 'Born/Deceased' chart. The name was the same... 'Buffy Summers - Protector'. Silas sighed and laid a comforting hand on the crying Joyce.
"She will not suffer down there as the Powers That Be have predicted. I will make sure to confront the Oracles myself." And with that said, he fled from the scene and ended up in front of the Oracles.
"Great One," the Oracles began together.
"Don't, 'Great One' me, you pompus, flickering life-forms! You'd better make sure that Elizabeth Anne Summers does not suffer on Earth! If she does I will make sure you BOTH are replaced and banished from the Realm for all eternity!" The old angel was risen to his full height of six-six and his sienna-colored skin had a red glow about it. His eyes flashed a clear, boasting blue before he vanished from the Realm, leaving the Oracles visibly shaken in his wake.
Little did Silas notice, The Champion Vampire had gone to see the Oracles five minutes before and was still there, hiding in a corner from the great, overly-masculine angel. He'd overheard everything, who wouldn't, that the 'Great One' angel had said and was shaken to the core of his very non-living body.
"Vampire, you have come here for a reason," the Powers declared simoultaneously.
"Yeah, but what the hell was that about?!" Angel asked incredulously.
Back in Sunydale:
A young woman watched as the biker demons terrorized the small town she was in. She wandered down the street and came upon a house that looked vaguely familiar to her. She walked up the path to the two-story, white Victorian house and turned the doorhandle and stepped inside, surprised that the door was unlocked. The girl gasped as she passed a mirror and caught her reflection.
She looked haggard and dirty. She didn't even remember how she got that horribly filthy, but she felt it. She ran her hands through her reddish blonde hair and groaned at the mess it was.
Who am I? The woman wondered. And why don't I remember anything?! The woman's thoughts were inturrupted by a gasp behind her.
"B-Buffy?"
The blonde lady twisted herself around and looked upon the younger teenaged girl. She raised her eyebrows and tried to ask where she was but coughed instead. She scolded herself for being sick, but didn't remeber how she got sick in the first place.
"Let's g-get you some water," the teenager said. She guided the older woman passed the stairs and down a hall to the kitchen, where the brunette sat the woman on a stool and got a glass of water from the fridge. The blonde woman swallowed two gulps then tried again.
"Where am I?" Her voice came out not much more than a harsh whisper.
"You're home," the younger girl said. She had tears running down her cheeks and more were on the way. "You're home and safe and alive. You don't remember anything?" The blonde woman shook her head, abandoning the thought of talking for a while.
"DAWN?" The voice startled both young women and 'Dawn' rushed out to the voice.
"Spike, I have to show you-" She was cut off by the other voice rambling on about ripping her head off and drinking... something from it.
"Spike! Shut up, I have to show you something," Dawn yelled. The voice, obviously male and... English, shut up and followed the young girl to the kitchen. When they got there Dawn grinned and looked at the guy. "Look," was all she said.
"Yeah, I've seen the bloody bot... before..." He trailed off she he saw the blonde's hands and gasped. "Dawn, what did you do?"