Title: Destinies Revealed.

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Series 1 of Buffy up to Prophecy Girl.

Rating: R for some Extreme Violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy. I would buy her and Tara but I am broke. This story is inspired by 3D Master's fic Chosen To Destroy. I'm playing in his sandbox with his permission.

Summary: When Buffy dies during Prophecy Girl, the rest of the Scooby Gang begin to grow into their own destinies. Inspired by 3D Master's fic, Chosen To Destroy. Warning Character Death!

Distribution: If you want it, just ask and tell me where you are putting it. Thanx.


The library lay quiet; an almost oppressive blanket of stillness cloaked the repository of knowledge, the bastion of intellect and the weapons cage. Nothing disturbed this harmonious stillness, until all hell broke loose. Of course it was only the metaphoric hell breaking loose, rather than the actual that had happened over four months prior.

The doors burst open and the resident school nerd, Willow, entered, backwards. Carried between her and the librarian, Giles, was Willow's best friend since before either of them could remember, bleeding profusely. Practically dumping Xander on the table, Giles ran into the office to get the first aid kit. Willow ripped Xander's shirt off and pushed down hard on the deep gash across Xander's chest, eliciting a loud groan of pain.

"Giles! Get out here!" she called, her own blood from a gash on her upper arm dripping onto Xander.

"Hold ya bloody horses." Giles called back, letting the Ripper of his youth show through.

He re-emerged from the office, limping badly because of the deep gash in his right calf, bleeding from his left forearm and a cut at his hairline darkening the left side of his face. On the table, Xander was struggling, until Willow reached over and pulled his sword, the one he had appropriated from Angel's Apartment, into his hand. After sedating Xander and thoroughly cleaning out the wound, Willow and Giles stitched up the gash, bandaged Xander's chest and his other wounds. After they finished patching up Xander, they moved him to one of the sets of blankets in what used to be the AV room.

"Right. You're turn Willow." Giles said.

Willow quickly unclipped the straps on her overalls, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them and removed her now ruined t-shirt, till she was standing in her underwear. She leant slightly over the table, using it as a support, while Giles began the process of cleaning and dressing the wound on the back of her right thigh.

"Ahh! That hurt." Willow gritted out. "There were too many tonight."

"Yes, over a dozen." Giles replied, having finished with her leg, he moved to the slash between her shoulders. "This one's short and shallow."

He quickly spread an antiseptic over the slash and then sealed it with medical tape. Getting Willow to sit on the desk, he treated her final injury, a gash across her stomach cause by a vampire's claws. When he was done, Willow stood and got a spare set of clothes from the weapons cage. As she dressed, Giles jumped onto the desk and proceeded to cut away the right leg of his jeans with a set of medical scissors, then he wiped his hands on his blood and gore stained t-shirt. Willow emerged in a dark pair of slacks and a dark blouse and attended to Giles' wounds.

"I think there's a new master Vampire in town. They've been too organised recently." Willow observes.

"Yes, well I believe that we can research, but I suggest that we leave off actively searching or visiting Willy's for at least a few days." Giles said.

"Agreed." Willow replied, tightening the last bandage around Giles' forearm. "I'm going to check on Xand."

"Indeed." Giles replied as Willow hobbled off to the 'bedroom'.

Giles painfully bent down to retrieve his own sword and Willow's crossbow from the fight, which had been abandoned while treating Xander. After stacking them in the weapons cage, he went to check on his charges and comrades. Xander was asleep, or rather unconscious from the anaesthetic, resting on his back, with his sword clutched in his right hand. Curled up and half clinging to his left side, was Willow, close enough to hold her friend, but with enough space that their injuries would not be aggravated. With a sad smile, Giles retreated to the small cot he kept in his office. The library was their sanctuary, one of the few places that Xander and Willow could sleep undisturbed, thanks to several blessings, from at least three priests and a Rabbi, as well as a few protection spells and wards from a coven in LA. Every warrior needs a place where they can relax, and this was theirs.


"What do you mean, there's no Slayer?" Spike screamed at one of his minions. "Who the hell took out a dozen of my guys then!"

"The Kitten, the Tree and the Lion." Drusilla said in a sing song voice.

"The Slayer died about four months ago." One minion declared, only to be promptly dusted by a furious Spike.

"I know that! How do you know that there isn't another Slayer? Huh?"

"Because there's three of them." one minion offered submissively. "Two males and one female, and the female is not that good a fighter."

Spike frowned at this as he paced.

"The kitten has fangs, Miss Edith. Kitten with steel bite, Tree with fiery touch and the Lion. Must not talk about the Lion, oh no, Miss Edith. The Lion has such wicked fun." Dru whispered madly to her doll.

"Find out all you can on these three. NOW!" Spike ordered.


Xander groaned as he awoke, noticing that he was at the library. With his groan, Willow moved from the stacks of books on the table to Xander's blankets. Xander noticed the pained way Willow moved and the bandaging around Giles' head, the librarian still deeply absorbed in text in front of him.

"So I guess it wasn't something I ate?" Xander joked.

Pain shot through his chest but he decided it was more than worth it when the worried frown faded from Willow's brow, replaced by a grin.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious." Willow said.

"How long?"

Xander idly noticed that his sword was still lying nearby.

"Almost a day. It's Saturday afternoon."

"Oh man. That means we'll still have to go to school on Monday." Xander complained.

"Darn tooten."

"Why couldn't they have just killed me?" Xander said with a mock groan.

"I you want to die, do it on your own time. I don't want to have to pay for the funeral." Giles said, keeping the levity going.

"Yeah well wake me up when the world ends, or School starts." Xander said, dropping back to the blankets.

"Guess that means you don't want to have training on Tuesday." Giles said.

"Damn stupid Brits and their blackmail." Xander groaned as he got up to help with the research.

Giles smiled briefly, most of the time you could only get Xander to help with research by threatening to cut back on his training. That boy would train all day if Giles let him.

"So what are we researching?"

TBC…