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Just after Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been assigned to take over as the two slayers watcher, he had overheard a conversation between Quentin Travers and another watcher; Quentin told the watcher that the only reason he was sending Wesley to the girls was because he was certain they would tear him apart and finally rid the council of Wesley.
They also called him a no good brown noser who would do anything to get what he wanted... among other things he would rather like to forget. Wesley was young and had only wished to prove himself to the council, to show that he belonged with them; he supposed he had come across as those things in his quest. The worst part was that Travers seemed to be right no one wanted him here especially the two slayers.
Wesley looked around at the forlorn group and made his decision, Wesley wished to prove that he belonged here once and for all and he knew just how he was going to do it.
Wesley straightened his tie and headed towards the TARDIS's door.
"Where are you going?" Faith growled.
"I'm," Wesley sighed if he told them what he really was going to do they would surely have some rather unfriendly words for him, "I'm going to look for clues as to what they might have done with your friend."
Wesley entered the deserted library, he walked over to the pile of forgotten books and scrolls he and Mr. Giles had been researching with before Giles had acted like an insolent child and refused to listen to him.
Wesley pulled a large ancient scroll towards himself. The Balam scrolls had been written by a Swedish monk with the power of the vision. Wesley had done a report on it in is his final year as a watcher in training, and he was certain he had read about the Sontarans in it.
Wesley quickly scanned the text. "Aha just as I expected."
Giles noted the scrolls the young watcher was carrying as he entered the ship. "For the last time Wesley those scrolls are useless."
"No Mr. Giles for once you are wrong." Wesley tossed the scroll to Giles, "Paragraph nineteen, fourth sentence in."
Giles translated the Swedish for the others. "And from the sky they shall come, with bodies of metal and heads of identical visage, to bring upon the final apocalypse."
Wesley stared smugly at the group, "I told you there were Sontarans in there."
Giles pursed his lips, "T-t-this still doesn't tell us what the Sontarans are planning or h-how we can stop them."
Wesley pointed at the scroll again, "Paragraph twenty-three."
Giles sighed and straightened his glasses. "The creatures of one shall harvest the powers of the supernatural and with them create a being of pure strength and evil. Creatures of one?"
The Doctor spoke up, "Ah yes, the Sontarans are a race of clones so essentially creatures of one."
"Read on Giles," Wesley prompted,
"It gets better."
Giles looked down at the text once more. "Departed from thee original for so long; the creature of the sky feels nothing no love, no compassion only a burning drive to destroy all in it's path. No soul can penetrate it's solid body."
Buffy's eyes went wide, "You mean they have no souls?"
"We can kill them?" Something dark flickered through Faiths eyes, "Cool."
The Doctor moved, pulling levers and spinning dials as the TARDIS made its familiar grinding noise.
"We need to find the Sontarans mother ship we need to take the fight to them, this plan of theirs has advanced too far and unless we stop it in three days this world will be gone." Everyone watched as he continued to steer the TARDIS, no one noticed as Willow became more and more distraught.
"What does it matter?" She spoke up suddenly. "Oz is dead! They've already won the fight," Everyone watched the girl mourn her first love. "They've already won so why not just let them take the planet?"
Giles moved so that he was standing in front of her and looked her straight in the eyes. "Oh Willow, I'm so sorry I really am. Oz was a brave and clever young man, and none of us want what happened to him to be true, but he wouldn't want you to give up just because of him would he." Willow closed her eyes and shook her head.
"N-no he would want me to, to help save the world."
"Exactly." Willow opened her eyes and was surprised to find that Giles's eyes were filled with tears as well. She reached forward and pulled Giles into a hug; for a moment the two comforted each other from their grief.
"Whoa." Xander whispered in shock. The TARDIS had stopped making that weird noise it had been making so he had figured that meant it was safe to leave, "Space!" Xander spun around, gesturing madly, "We're in space!"
"Well how did you think we were going to find the mother ship?" The Doctor exclaimed, "Phone up N.A.S.A?"
Xander stared at the man in shock, The Doctor stepped up beside Xander standing in a casual stance as though this type of thing happened every day, and stared out into the dark expanse of space. The TARDIS slowly orbited the earth. "There!" The Doctor pointed to a spaceship the size of North America that gradually came into view.
The Doctor closed the door and began steering the TARDIS once more.
"Now I'm going to land the TARDIS in the lower sections of the Sontarans ship, we'll need to locate the Ships core, that's where they will be doing the supernatural harvesting. We'll have to shut down the processor, it's the only way to stop them."
He stared at the beings around him, 'I don't think I need to tell you how dangerous this will be."
"We've been in danger hundreds of times Doctor, and the thing about final apocalypses is that they never seem to be final." Buffy sighed, "Let's go kick Mr. Potatohead to the next galaxy."
Ok I've decided to add chapter 7 to this one just to add some more to the chapter, i'm working on the new 7 now and i hope to have it up soon. Reviews will forever be welcome.