Title: Legends No Longer
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: Up to Gift in Buffy.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not own Buffy. I would buy her and Tara but I am broke.
Summary: AU. In a Post-Apocalyptic world where Demons control half of the Americas, two warriors with a legendary past they would rather forget but never can get an opportunity to fix things from the beginning.
"" denotes speech, ' ' denotes thought * * denotes Song Lyrics.
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Buffy, Xander and Jenny walked up to the door of the Maclay residence. Jenny was dressed in a conservative navy business suit while Buffy and Xander were dressed in their regular dark clothing. Buffy had a Beretta holstered at her hip while Xander had a Desert Eagle. On anyone else they might have been taken for criminals or plain clothes cops, but the disciplined and deadly manner in which the pair moved shouted military louder than any uniform. Xander knocked on the door which was opened a minute later by a thin faced man.
"Mr Maclay?" Xander asked.
"Yes." The man replied.
"We need to talk to one Tara Maclay on a matter of some import. Would we be allowed to enter to talk to her or will she come out to talk to us." Xander said calmly.
"What's this about?" Mr Maclay asked.
"I'm afraid that is between us and Miss Maclay." Buffy replied.
"I'm her father, you can talk to me." Mr Maclay said.
"No, Sir. We can't. However if you try to impede us, the under both US and UN law, we are allowed to cease all you assets, revoke your US citizenship and, if we deem necessary, we can execute you on the spot." Xander said in an emotionless voice, his hand resting on his Desert Eagle.
"Wait here. I'll get her." Mr Maclay said grudgingly, closing the door.
"Is that true?" Jenny asked quietly.
"US Senate and UN resolutions enacted in 2005 to empower "Barrier" garrison troopers to deport and or execute turncoats or saboteurs for the demonic forces." Buffy whispered back.
A few minutes latter the door opened to reveal a scared looking Tara Maclay accompanied by her father and her brother.
"Miss Maclay, we need to talk, in private. If you would like to accompany us for a walk?" Jenny said in her most friendly voice.
Tara hesitated, glancing between Buffy and Xander's guns and her father.
"You're not in trouble, we just need to talk." Jenny reassured her.
With one last glance at her father, Tara stepped out of the doorway and followed them for a walk. After they were out of sight of the Maclay residence, Buffy and Xander dropped their military bearing and started to act more like themselves, which helped to reassure Tara.
"Miss Maclay, I think introductions are in order. I am Miss Calendar and my... associates are Mr Harris and Miss Summers." Jenny began.
"Condolences on the recent passing of your mother." Xander said gently, but with the pain of one who knew loss.
"T-t-t-thank you." Tara stuttered.
"I hear she was a good woman." Jenny put in.
"Um. W-w-w-what's this a-a-about?"
"We also understand that she was teaching you Witchcraft." Buffy said.
"Y-y-yes." Tara said, getting nervous again.
"Was it just the spells, or was it the religion as well?" Xander asked, genuine interest in his voice.
"R-r-r-religion."
"Interesting." Xander commented.
"Anyway. We are here to offer you an opportunity, kind of." Buffy said.
"You will have a chance to help people, while at the same time you will no longer be under the control of you so called family." Jenny said.
"W-w-what kind of a c-c-chance?"
"We are asking you to move to Sunnydale. There my associates and I fight against the more malignant supernatural elements and we could use the assistance of someone with your talents." Jenny elaborated. "In return, you will be provided with accommodations, with myself actually and an education at the local High School with the opportunity to go to Collage afterwards, along with access to one of the most complete demonic and witchcraft libraries in the world." Jenny said.
"We would also like you to teach the Wiccan Religion to one of our friends who has great potential." Buffy added.
"And we will provide both scientific and mystical proof that the Maclay family legend of women being demons is utterly false." Xander also promised.
"I-I-I-I-I" Tara stuttered.
"Look, you don't have to answer now. Here's our number, the top one is the Sunnydale High Library, and a Mr Giles will answer. He'll know how to contact us; the others are our private numbers. This is an open ended ticket to Sunnydale. Anytime you want, give us a call and catch the flight, we'll meet you at the airport." Jenny reassured the shy young witch.
"Anytime you need us, call." Xander said as they started back towards the Maclay residence.
Mr Maclay was at the open door as they approached, trying to find out what was happening with his daughter.
"Thank you for your assistance, Miss Maclay. If you have any questions or need to contact us, you have our number. Naturally, due to the classified nature of what we discussed, you and your family will be under close surveillance till this matter has been resolved. Your assistance will not be forgotten, Miss Maclay. Good day." Xander said.
Buffy and Xander turned sharply on their heels and marched away, followed closely by Jenny.
"Well that worked." Buffy said when they were out of sight of the Maclay residence.
"Yep." Xander said with a grin. "Tara got a confidence boost and her bastard father is scared shitless. We'll need to get an electronic wire tap on their phone ASAP."
Jenny just grinned and pulled out a cell phone.
"Willow. We're done, start it up." Jenny said before closing the phone. "Done."
"Willow. I should have known. Well, we still got a few hours before the flight. Who's hungry?" Xander said.
"You're always hungry." Buffy laughed.
********
"Come on, Buffy. Stay with me." Xander choked out.
A screech from above was their only warning, and Xander immediately threw Buffy to the ground, covering her smaller frame with his own. He felt the immense pain as the aerial demon's talons clawed at his back, ripping into his flesh and partially shredding a kidney. With desperate strength, he shoved his sword upwards, into the demon's flesh, which roared in pain and lifted off, carrying the sword with it. Xander painfully stood up and helped Buffy to her feet. The entire upper left side of her chest was covered in all the bandages he had managed to find after they had escaped. It was obvious that, when the demons had been 'playing' with her, they had totally shredded her left shoulder and breast.
"Only another mile to the Buffer." Xander said fervently, drawing his combat knife and slipping the Stake back into Buffy's hand.
"You're smile." Buffy said, half delirious.
One whole side of Xander's face was covered with caked blood from a gash received while trying to protect Buffy. His lower left leg was basically a bloody pulp, which screamed in agony every time he took a step. Step after agonising step, Xander more than half supported Buffy as they crossed the last mile to the Buffer and then across the Buffer to the Barrier itself.
"MEDIC!!!" one of the soldiers in the Garage called.
"It's a fucking miracle." Another commented.
The Medics came running and soon Xander and Buffy were laid out on stretchers headed for the infirmary. Had anyone bother to follow it, they would have discovered that the blood trail that lead out into the Buffer would show the passage of well over a hundred miles, all the way to a massive Demon stronghold. The doctors, in coming days, would be completely baffled, wondering how Xander had walked on his pulverised leg and why neither of them had died of blood loss or exposure long before.
"Take care of Buffy." Xander croaked out as the two stretchers separated into the OR's before he lost consciousness.
********
Xander sat strait up, staring around, the dream of that nightmare march hanging with him. He relaxed when he recognised that he was in his new room in the Summers' household. Xander immediately got up and padded down the hallway into Buffy's room, where he found her tossing in the throws of her own nightmare. Xander slipped into her bed and wrapped his arm around her, stilling her tossing and bringing a smile to her face, before he dropped off into a peaceful sleep.
Xander had been moved into the Summers' household almost as soon as he and Buffy had returned from their meeting with Tara. Since the Harvest, Joyce had seen quite a bit of her daughters friends, and she approved of them, so when Giles, Willow and Jessie had come over to talk while Buffy and Xander were away, they had told Joyce of Xander's less than ideal home life. Joyce, being the kind person that she was, had offered to let Xander stay in one of the spare rooms. In the intervening weeks, she had found out about the nightmares that plagued her daughter and her new 'son', and their pension for sleeping together for comfort. At first Joyce had freaked out at the sight of her daughter in bed with the boy she had taken in, however once the situation had been explained, somewhat, she had clamed down. If sleeping together wared off the nightmares, that was fine with her, so long as nothing sexual happened.
All of this was why Joyce was not surprised when, after finding Xander's bed empty, she found him snuggled up with Buffy in hers, having seen this sight and Buffy in Xander's bed several times before.
"Wake up you two. Time for breakfast before you have to go." Joyce said with much enthusiasm.
Xander and Buffy groaned at her tone. They were not morning people.
"Xander. If you don't get yourself and Buffy downstairs soon, I'll have to throw out food." She teased.
"No! Food, coming for food. Come on Buff, we have a food related emergency." He said, half dragging Buffy out of bed.
"I'll be downstairs. And your permission slips for the Zoo trip are on the table." Joyce said as she left.
TBC.
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: Up to Gift in Buffy.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not own Buffy. I would buy her and Tara but I am broke.
Summary: AU. In a Post-Apocalyptic world where Demons control half of the Americas, two warriors with a legendary past they would rather forget but never can get an opportunity to fix things from the beginning.
"" denotes speech, ' ' denotes thought * * denotes Song Lyrics.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy, Xander and Jenny walked up to the door of the Maclay residence. Jenny was dressed in a conservative navy business suit while Buffy and Xander were dressed in their regular dark clothing. Buffy had a Beretta holstered at her hip while Xander had a Desert Eagle. On anyone else they might have been taken for criminals or plain clothes cops, but the disciplined and deadly manner in which the pair moved shouted military louder than any uniform. Xander knocked on the door which was opened a minute later by a thin faced man.
"Mr Maclay?" Xander asked.
"Yes." The man replied.
"We need to talk to one Tara Maclay on a matter of some import. Would we be allowed to enter to talk to her or will she come out to talk to us." Xander said calmly.
"What's this about?" Mr Maclay asked.
"I'm afraid that is between us and Miss Maclay." Buffy replied.
"I'm her father, you can talk to me." Mr Maclay said.
"No, Sir. We can't. However if you try to impede us, the under both US and UN law, we are allowed to cease all you assets, revoke your US citizenship and, if we deem necessary, we can execute you on the spot." Xander said in an emotionless voice, his hand resting on his Desert Eagle.
"Wait here. I'll get her." Mr Maclay said grudgingly, closing the door.
"Is that true?" Jenny asked quietly.
"US Senate and UN resolutions enacted in 2005 to empower "Barrier" garrison troopers to deport and or execute turncoats or saboteurs for the demonic forces." Buffy whispered back.
A few minutes latter the door opened to reveal a scared looking Tara Maclay accompanied by her father and her brother.
"Miss Maclay, we need to talk, in private. If you would like to accompany us for a walk?" Jenny said in her most friendly voice.
Tara hesitated, glancing between Buffy and Xander's guns and her father.
"You're not in trouble, we just need to talk." Jenny reassured her.
With one last glance at her father, Tara stepped out of the doorway and followed them for a walk. After they were out of sight of the Maclay residence, Buffy and Xander dropped their military bearing and started to act more like themselves, which helped to reassure Tara.
"Miss Maclay, I think introductions are in order. I am Miss Calendar and my... associates are Mr Harris and Miss Summers." Jenny began.
"Condolences on the recent passing of your mother." Xander said gently, but with the pain of one who knew loss.
"T-t-t-thank you." Tara stuttered.
"I hear she was a good woman." Jenny put in.
"Um. W-w-w-what's this a-a-about?"
"We also understand that she was teaching you Witchcraft." Buffy said.
"Y-y-yes." Tara said, getting nervous again.
"Was it just the spells, or was it the religion as well?" Xander asked, genuine interest in his voice.
"R-r-r-religion."
"Interesting." Xander commented.
"Anyway. We are here to offer you an opportunity, kind of." Buffy said.
"You will have a chance to help people, while at the same time you will no longer be under the control of you so called family." Jenny said.
"W-w-what kind of a c-c-chance?"
"We are asking you to move to Sunnydale. There my associates and I fight against the more malignant supernatural elements and we could use the assistance of someone with your talents." Jenny elaborated. "In return, you will be provided with accommodations, with myself actually and an education at the local High School with the opportunity to go to Collage afterwards, along with access to one of the most complete demonic and witchcraft libraries in the world." Jenny said.
"We would also like you to teach the Wiccan Religion to one of our friends who has great potential." Buffy added.
"And we will provide both scientific and mystical proof that the Maclay family legend of women being demons is utterly false." Xander also promised.
"I-I-I-I-I" Tara stuttered.
"Look, you don't have to answer now. Here's our number, the top one is the Sunnydale High Library, and a Mr Giles will answer. He'll know how to contact us; the others are our private numbers. This is an open ended ticket to Sunnydale. Anytime you want, give us a call and catch the flight, we'll meet you at the airport." Jenny reassured the shy young witch.
"Anytime you need us, call." Xander said as they started back towards the Maclay residence.
Mr Maclay was at the open door as they approached, trying to find out what was happening with his daughter.
"Thank you for your assistance, Miss Maclay. If you have any questions or need to contact us, you have our number. Naturally, due to the classified nature of what we discussed, you and your family will be under close surveillance till this matter has been resolved. Your assistance will not be forgotten, Miss Maclay. Good day." Xander said.
Buffy and Xander turned sharply on their heels and marched away, followed closely by Jenny.
"Well that worked." Buffy said when they were out of sight of the Maclay residence.
"Yep." Xander said with a grin. "Tara got a confidence boost and her bastard father is scared shitless. We'll need to get an electronic wire tap on their phone ASAP."
Jenny just grinned and pulled out a cell phone.
"Willow. We're done, start it up." Jenny said before closing the phone. "Done."
"Willow. I should have known. Well, we still got a few hours before the flight. Who's hungry?" Xander said.
"You're always hungry." Buffy laughed.
********
"Come on, Buffy. Stay with me." Xander choked out.
A screech from above was their only warning, and Xander immediately threw Buffy to the ground, covering her smaller frame with his own. He felt the immense pain as the aerial demon's talons clawed at his back, ripping into his flesh and partially shredding a kidney. With desperate strength, he shoved his sword upwards, into the demon's flesh, which roared in pain and lifted off, carrying the sword with it. Xander painfully stood up and helped Buffy to her feet. The entire upper left side of her chest was covered in all the bandages he had managed to find after they had escaped. It was obvious that, when the demons had been 'playing' with her, they had totally shredded her left shoulder and breast.
"Only another mile to the Buffer." Xander said fervently, drawing his combat knife and slipping the Stake back into Buffy's hand.
"You're smile." Buffy said, half delirious.
One whole side of Xander's face was covered with caked blood from a gash received while trying to protect Buffy. His lower left leg was basically a bloody pulp, which screamed in agony every time he took a step. Step after agonising step, Xander more than half supported Buffy as they crossed the last mile to the Buffer and then across the Buffer to the Barrier itself.
"MEDIC!!!" one of the soldiers in the Garage called.
"It's a fucking miracle." Another commented.
The Medics came running and soon Xander and Buffy were laid out on stretchers headed for the infirmary. Had anyone bother to follow it, they would have discovered that the blood trail that lead out into the Buffer would show the passage of well over a hundred miles, all the way to a massive Demon stronghold. The doctors, in coming days, would be completely baffled, wondering how Xander had walked on his pulverised leg and why neither of them had died of blood loss or exposure long before.
"Take care of Buffy." Xander croaked out as the two stretchers separated into the OR's before he lost consciousness.
********
Xander sat strait up, staring around, the dream of that nightmare march hanging with him. He relaxed when he recognised that he was in his new room in the Summers' household. Xander immediately got up and padded down the hallway into Buffy's room, where he found her tossing in the throws of her own nightmare. Xander slipped into her bed and wrapped his arm around her, stilling her tossing and bringing a smile to her face, before he dropped off into a peaceful sleep.
Xander had been moved into the Summers' household almost as soon as he and Buffy had returned from their meeting with Tara. Since the Harvest, Joyce had seen quite a bit of her daughters friends, and she approved of them, so when Giles, Willow and Jessie had come over to talk while Buffy and Xander were away, they had told Joyce of Xander's less than ideal home life. Joyce, being the kind person that she was, had offered to let Xander stay in one of the spare rooms. In the intervening weeks, she had found out about the nightmares that plagued her daughter and her new 'son', and their pension for sleeping together for comfort. At first Joyce had freaked out at the sight of her daughter in bed with the boy she had taken in, however once the situation had been explained, somewhat, she had clamed down. If sleeping together wared off the nightmares, that was fine with her, so long as nothing sexual happened.
All of this was why Joyce was not surprised when, after finding Xander's bed empty, she found him snuggled up with Buffy in hers, having seen this sight and Buffy in Xander's bed several times before.
"Wake up you two. Time for breakfast before you have to go." Joyce said with much enthusiasm.
Xander and Buffy groaned at her tone. They were not morning people.
"Xander. If you don't get yourself and Buffy downstairs soon, I'll have to throw out food." She teased.
"No! Food, coming for food. Come on Buff, we have a food related emergency." He said, half dragging Buffy out of bed.
"I'll be downstairs. And your permission slips for the Zoo trip are on the table." Joyce said as she left.
TBC.
