Auther:
Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the
concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own
nothing. Poor me.
Across
town Ethan Ryan was getting the living daylights beaten out
of his
by his good old friend Ripper.
"Tell me how to stop the
spell." The calm voice came from Giles, who
was cleaning his
glasses like he didn't have a care in the world. He
did this with
his foot pressed tightly against Ethan's throat.
"Well
old boy, it is good to see that the watcher's haven't made you
soft."
He spat out before being kicked viciously in the stomach so
hard
that he could swear he tasted blood. "Tell me how to stop
the
spell."
"Al...alright!" He coughed up.
"The powers in the statue, just break
it and the spell will
be ended." Without further prompting the
watcher walked over
and grabbed the demi-god's likeness in his arms
before smashing it
against the floor.
White light scattered in all directions
when he did this. Giles
turned back to Ethan only to find him
missing, "Bugger." He swore
under his breath before
heading out to find the others.
The watcher and the scooby
gang caught up to each other a few blocks
away.
Everything
seemed to be back to normal, but they couldn't find
either Buffy
or Xander. And both Willow and Angel were very worried
about them.
Cordelia left them to head home having had enough
excitement for
one night.
Despite their best efforts they couldn't find
either Xander or their
wayward slayer. And it would be many days
before they got any word
from them.
But three days after
Halloween Giles got a call, "Buffy? Where the
bloody hell
have you been? Is Xander there with you?" The frantic
watcher
asked.
He didn't have to call the others because both Angel
and Willow had
been sitting there with him at the time. Even Cor
stepped in a few
times to ask about them.
"South America? How the hell did you get there?"
