Author's Notes: IrisTurner – First please translate your reviews into English before you post them, it's easier on me that way so I don't have to try and translate them. Second on the pairing you will see who I am pairing Buffy with in this chapter and I am sorry but it's not Angel, it is a character from BTVS though.
Chapter 6: Sleuthing with the Enemy Part 1
January 10, 2002 – Thursday
Halliwell Manor
In the warm and bustling kitchen, the air was filled with a sense of purpose and camaraderie. Buffy stood side by side with Prue and Piper, their sleeves rolled up as they prepared the Belthazor vanquishing potion. Unbeknownst to Buffy, her mother and aunts had chosen to keep the possibility of her own magical abilities a secret till Buffy was ready for burden, opting to teach her discreetly through observation and practice.
Piper carefully added an ingredient to the bubbling pot, and flames erupted. Her eyes flickered with determination as she spoke, "Even if this works, we still have to find Belthazor."
Prue nodded in agreement, her focus unwavering. "I have an idea on how to do that, but let's tackle one thing at a time. Cockles."
Buffy's brows furrowed in confusion as she scanned the assortment of bottles on the kitchen counter. "Cockles?"
"They're over by the crickets, sweetie," Prue clarified with a gentle smile.
"And what exactly are they?" Buffy wondered.
"Small leaping insects that chirp," Prue answered, appreciating the sound of Buffy's laughter filling the room. It was a testament to Buffy's resilience and growth in such a short time. Prue couldn't help but wonder about the alternate path Buffy might have taken had she remained in Sunnydale.
Buffy chuckled. "That's funny. I meant the cockle shells, not the crickets."
Prue shrugged, her focus shifting back to the task at hand. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what they are, but as long as they help us vanquish Belthazor, that's all that matters."
Piper chimed in; her voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness. "It would be nice to get back to our lives, or at least some semblance of it."
Buffy nodded, a flicker of longing in her eyes. "I have to agree with Aunt Piper. I know I can't ever escape this world since I know what's out there and I have a desire to protect those I love from what's out there. That said I wouldn't mind leading some semblance of a normal life."
"So, would we, honey," said Prue. "Pigs feet." She accepted the pig's feet from Buffy and dropped one into the pot, causing flames to leap once again.
Piper couldn't help but express a hint of sympathy for the pig. "Poor piggy."
With a sense of accomplishment, Prue declared, "Everything's in there; we just need to get the slice of Belthazor flesh, and we're good to go. Let's test it. Pheebs?"
"Something tells me she's not in a vanquishing mood," remarked Piper, her brow furrowed with worry.
"Why not?" Prue inquired, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and caution.
Buffy chimed in, her voice tinged with sympathy, "Cole missage. She hasn't heard from him in over a month."
"And that's a bad thing?" Prue questioned; her tone skeptical.
"Prue!" Piper exclaimed, her expression turning serious as Buffy interjected, "Mom!"
"You know what?" Prue began, her voice filled with conviction. "I don't like him, and I don't trust him. And it has nothing to do with him being a greasy lawyer either."
Phoebe entered the kitchen, her curiosity piqued, she asked, "Greasy what?"
Piper intervened, diverting the attention to the potion. "Uh, greasy layer. There's a greasy layer on this potion."
Prue nodded in agreement; her gaze fixed on the mixture. "Too much mandrake," she stated.
Piper proposed the next course of action, her voice steady. "Okay, what do you say we do this incantation?"
Phoebe joined in; her determination evident. "Anything to get rid of Belthazor before Cole gets back. And he is coming back."
Piper nodded, ready to proceed. "Okay," she said, her voice calm yet resolute. The three sisters moved closer to the pot; their unity palpable.
"Spirits of air, forests, and sea, set us of this demon free; beasts of hoof and beasts of shell, drive this evil back to hell," chanted Piper, Phoebe, and Prue in unison, their words blending with the bubbling of the potion.
Amidst the incantation, Buffy held up the slice of Belthazor flesh, catching her mother's attention. "Mom," she called out, prompting Prue to respond with a knowing nod.
Phoebe, momentarily distracted, echoed Buffy's sentiments. "How could we forget the Belthazor flesh?"
Piper, taking the flesh from Buffy, acknowledged the oversight. "Such a slacker," Prue teased playfully.
With a deep breath, Piper prepared to complete the ritual. "Give me a second, ladies. All right, ready?" Her hand gently placed the Belthazor flesh into the pot, triggering a sudden explosion that sent her sprawling to the ground.
"Are you all right?" asked Prue.
Piper, ever resilient, brushed off the mishap with a touch of levity. "Attack of the killer pigs' feet. Remind me to step back next time." Her words echoed through the kitchen, breaking the tension and eliciting a shared moment of laughter among the four of them.
University of California, Berkeley
In a classroom filled with eager students, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Professor Susan O'Connell, a seasoned educator with a touch of eccentricity, commanded attention as she addressed the room. The cool hues of the winter sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the rows of desks and the colorful artwork adorning the walls.
"Hello, everyone, and welcome to creative writing," Professor O'Connell greeted, her voice carrying a blend of authority and warmth. "I am Professor Susan O'Connell, but you may call me Sue if you prefer. However, if you're here for an easy A, I advise you to leave now and not waste everyone's time."
Her words hung in the air, setting the tone for a course that demanded dedication and effort. The students exchanged knowing glances, some smirking, while others adjusted their posture, preparing themselves for the challenge that lay ahead.
"Now, I'd like to go around the room and have everyone introduce themselves," Professor O'Connell continued, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. Her enthusiasm for storytelling and writing radiated from her, creating an engaging atmosphere.
One by one, the students shared their names, aspirations, and snippets of their personal journeys. When it was Buffy's turn, she spoke with a quiet confidence, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability.
"I'm Payson Halliwell," Buffy introduced herself. "I was born Buffy Summers; I was actually adopted not too long ago by my adopted sister's birth mother after my own birth mother passed away. I took time off after she passed to take care of my sister, and with the help of my adopted mother, I am finally able to return to get my degree."
As the introductions concluded, Professor O'Connell shifted gears, unveiling the first assignment of the course. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and curiosity as she explained the creative direction, she wanted the students to explore.
"For your first assignment of this course, I would like a three-page story based on an event that has happened in your lives," Professor O'Connell revealed. "This event can be something exciting, traumatic, or even just slightly amusing. But here's the creative twist—I would like you to add some kind of mythical element to the story. Whether it be vampires, parallel universes, or any other mythical concept, it's entirely up to you."
The students absorbed the challenge, their minds racing with possibilities. Professor O'Connell's unconventional approach intrigued them, bridging the gap between reality and imagination.
"This assignment is strictly for me to get to know not only your writing styles but also a bit of your pasts," she explained, her genuine interest evident in her words. "Many professors don't care about what has happened in your pasts, but I have a rather curious nature and genuinely care if my students succeed."
With a final closure, Professor O'Connell shut her laptop, signaling the end of the class. The students gathered their belongings, their minds already swirling with ideas for their first assignment. The promise of exploration and self-expression hung in the air, fueling their determination to craft tales that blended reality with enchantment.
"Class is dismissed. I will see you all tomorrow," Professor O'Connell announced, her parting words laced with anticipation. The students filed out of the classroom, their hearts brimming with excitement and the shared understanding that this creative writing course held the potential to unlock their imagination and reveal hidden depths within themselves.
Halliwell Manor
Prue descended the stairs with a purposeful stride, her gaze fixed on Phoebe, who had just entered the foyer. "Hey," she greeted.
"I'll be back," Phoebe informed Prue, her actions conveying a sense of determination.
Curiosity tinged Prue's words as she inquired, "Um, where are you going?"
Phoebe replied matter-of-factly, "I'm going to school and then I'm going to Cole's." She began gathering her textbooks and placing them inside her bag, preparing for the day ahead.
Prue's expression shifted, a note of concern etching itself onto her features. "Okay, but aren't you forgetting something?" she questioned pointedly. "Like vanquishing Belthazor?"
Confusion flickered across Phoebe's face as she recalled their recent discussions. "Wait, I thought we still needed a summoning spell," she interjected, trying to make sense of the situation.
Prue reassured her, "Yes, and it's done. I'm using the one we previously used that called Melinda from the past, just with a few modifications."
Piper, who had joined them in the living room, voiced her surprise. "Really? Do you think it'll work?"
Prue nodded confidently. "Well, yeah, it should. It's magic calling magic, even if it's dark magic in this case. Phoebe, why are you going to Cole's again? I mean, what do you really expect to find?"
Phoebe's attention shifted momentarily as she processed Prue's question. "Actually, I was planning to go to his office," she divulged. A hint of curiosity lingered in her voice as she asked, "How did you know I've already been to Cole's?"
Prue responded matter-of-factly, "Well, you received a parking ticket there yesterday when you borrowed Buffy's new car."
Phoebe acknowledged her mistake with a touch of regret. "Oops, sorry. Let her know I'll pay for it," she offered, her desire to make amends evident.
Prue gently redirected the conversation, emphasizing her concern. "Phoebe, that's not the point," she insisted. "Look, please, don't take this out on me. I'm not the bad guy here."
Phoebe's frustration mingled with her words as she sought understanding and support. "I know, but sometimes I wish there was someone other than my nieces who could be understanding, you know? Some support here."
Prue's voice carried a mix of sincerity and honesty as she spoke her mind. "I can't support you when I genuinely believe you're setting yourself up to get hurt," she admitted. "We made a promise to be honest with each other, remember? That was the promise we made when Belthazor tried to tear us apart."
Phoebe's words held a tinge of sadness. "Yeah, it just doesn't help that you never really liked Cole from the beginning," she confessed, recalling the history of strained opinions between them.
Prue acknowledged the truth in her sister's statement. "Yeah, well, you never really liked any of my boyfriends' either," she pointed out, the memories of past romantic entanglements resurfacing.
Phoebe concurred, "That's very true."
Prue's voice softened as she expressed her remorse. "I'm sorry, alright? This is your call, not mine. I'll respect your decision."
Streets of San Francisco
As Buffy settled into the driver's seat of her car, the engine purred to life, enveloping her in a familiar hum. The rhythmic sound provided a comforting backdrop to her thoughts, allowing her mind to wander as she embarked on her journey home.
As she merged into the flow of traffic, Buffy couldn't help but mull over the assignment Professor O'Connell had given them. The wheels of her mind spun, conjuring a whirlwind of ideas and possibilities. The mythical twist Professor O'Connell had encouraged intrigued her, igniting a spark of imagination within her.
Lost in her own musings, Buffy navigated the streets with practiced ease, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Thoughts of her own life experiences began to intertwine with fantastical elements, blending together in a tapestry of storytelling.
She pondered the significant events that had shaped her journey—the battles fought against forces of darkness, the losses endured, and the triumphs achieved. A surge of determination coursed through her veins as she realized the potential to weave these moments into narratives enriched with mythical layers.
The passing scenery outside her window became a blur as Buffy's mind delved deeper into the realm of creativity. Vampires prowling in moonlit alleys, parallel universes intersecting with her reality, and ancient prophecies guiding her path—these were just a few of the threads she could intertwine in her assignment.
However, amidst the allure of fantasy, Buffy remained grounded in her own truth. The assignment provided an opportunity to express herself, to infuse her personal experiences with a touch of magic. She contemplated the resilience and strength she had discovered within herself, the bonds forged with loved ones, and the sacrifices made in the name of duty and protection.
With each passing mile, Buffy's excitement grew. The assignment became more than just an academic task; it became a canvas upon which she could paint her unique story. It was a chance to honor her past, to explore the depths of her imagination, and to share a piece of herself with Professor O'Connell and her classmates.
As the car glided to a stop at a traffic light, Buffy took a moment to breathe, savoring the anticipation that bubbled within her. She was ready to embark on this creative journey, armed with her own experiences and a dash of mythology. The road stretched out before her, both in the physical world and the vast expanse of her imagination, beckoning her to explore the realms of possibility.
With renewed determination, Buffy pressed on the accelerator, propelling her closer to home and closer to the enchanting tales that awaited their birth on the blank pages of her assignment.
Gateway High School
Excitement filled the air as the drama class commenced, with the teacher's declaration, "We'll be working on scenes in pairs!"
Dawn, harboring a long-standing passion for acting, had always yearned to delve into the world of drama. From the tender age of ten, she had nurtured a fervent desire to be an actress, much like Buffy had once aspired to emulate Dorothy Hamill. The intricacies of the theater had captivated her, and the art of acting itself had become an ardent source of joy.
"Please pair up!" announced the teacher, her voice resonating in the classroom. "Since we have an even number of students, only two to a group."
As the room bustled with activity, Dawn found herself waiting for what seemed like an eternity before finally being paired with someone. Being the new girl in school, she had to endure the initial moments of hesitancy and uncertainty. However, it was Erin Jacobson who eventually extended her compassion and joined forces with Dawn.
With the students given the freedom to choose scenes from the plethora of scene books adorning the classroom, Erin picked one without even bothering to read it. Dawn didn't mind the selection, as it happened to be one of her personal favorites. They promptly reported their choice to the teacher, who initially appeared taken aback but soon sported a knowing smile. She nodded approvingly while jotting down the details of the scene. Only when Dawn and Erin began to read through the scene did they comprehend the reason behind the teacher's reaction.
The remaining class time was dedicated to starting the process of memorizing the scene. Erin and Dawn embarked on a cold reading, immersing themselves in the dialogue while bypassing the stage directions, though still mindful of their presence. It was during the climactic conclusion of the scene that Dawn's face flushed crimson, a sudden realization washing over her.
"Wow!" Dawn exclaimed, her eyes widening as she turned towards Erin. "We have to kiss?"
Halliwell Manor
Cautiously hidden behind the safety of the dining room table, which they had hastily tipped over onto its side, Piper voiced her concern. "This is going to be messy," she remarked.
Prue, ever prepared, handed Piper the Belthazor vanquishing potion. "That's why we Scotchguard," she replied with a hint of determination. "You ready?"
Just then, their attention was drawn to the sound of Buffy's voice echoing through the house. "Mom, I'm home!" she called out, unknowingly interrupting their plans.
Urgently, Prue motioned for Buffy to join them. "Get over here," she instructed, her tone urgent and serious. Buffy swiftly placed her purse and backpack on the table by the door before hurrying over to Prue and Piper. Sensing the gravity of the situation, she took cover behind the overturned table without hesitation.
"I take it you got the summoning spell done?" Buffy asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and readiness.
"Yes," Prue confirmed, holding up a sheet of paper. Together with Piper, they began to recite the incantation. "Magic forces black and white, reaching out through space and light, be he far or be he near, bring us the demon Belthazor here."
As if responding to their words, a sudden gust of wind swept through the dining room, signaling that their spell was taking effect. Piper's voice filled with anticipation as she declared, "It's working."
Prue, now ready to confront the summoned demon, confirmed their readiness. "All right, you two ready?"
Buffy and Piper both affirmed their readiness in unison, and Prue counted down. "On three. 1, 2, 3."
A demon materialized before them. Reacting swiftly, Piper and Prue each hurled a potion vial at the intruder, but to their dismay, there was no explosive impact. Confusion filled the air as they realized something had gone awry.
"There's no boom," Piper exclaimed in frustration. "Why is there no boom?"
Curiosity getting the better of her, Buffy peeked over the edge of the table and made a startling revelation. "Because that's not Belthazor," she announced, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
Frustrated with the situation, the demon vented his frustration. "Stupid witches," he snarled as he attempted to unleash his powers, inadvertently creating a massive hole in the antique table.
"Oh, you know what?" Prue exclaimed; her voice tinged with irritation. "That is an antique!" With a flick of her wrist, she telekinetically propelled the demon named Krell towards the grandfather clock.
Piper, concerned about the state of the clock, interjected, "Not the clock!" She flicked her wrist freezing Krell in mid-air. "We can't afford to keep fixing that thing." Determined to find answers, they emerged from their hiding spot and approached Krell. "I think Buffy's right, and that is definitely not him."
Seeking clarity, Prue pondered aloud, "All right, that doesn't make sense. How did we get the wrong demon? Hey, do you think you could just unfreeze his head? That way, we could ask."
Curiosity piqued, Buffy questioned, "His head? Can you do that, Aunt Piper?"
"Why not?" Piper replied nonchalantly as she unfroze only Krell's head. "That's different."
"That's cool," Buffy said. The unexpected sight elicited a mixture of amusement and awe from her and Prue, causing them to giggle.
Caught off guard by his peculiar predicament, Krell demanded, "What did you do to me?"
Prue took charge, asserting their authority. "Uh, hi! You know what? You're sort of frozen in mid-air, therefore we'll be asking the questions, okay? Who are you?"
"Someone who's going to butcher you if you don't unfreeze me right now," Krell threatened, his frustration evident.
Unfazed, Piper responded with a touch of sass, "Okay," she said, relenting and unfreezing Krell, causing him to crash into the grandfather clock. She glanced at Buffy and Prue, who appeared perplexed by her decision. "What? It was worth it."
Buffy approached Krell, placing her foot firmly on his chest. "All right, start talking, or you get the bonus round with me," she warned, her voice laced with determination.
Identifying himself, Krell revealed, "I am Krell, a Zotar."
Buffy couldn't resist a quick-witted remark, "Hi, I'm Buffy, a Capricorn on the cusp of Aquarius." She maintained her position, her Slayer strength firmly holding Krell down. "Where's Belthazor?"
Krell tried to push Buffy's leg off his chest but she only adds more of her Slayer strength in.
"My leg isn't even getting tired," said Buffy. "I assume you know what I am?"
Struggling under Buffy's unwavering strength, Krell acknowledged her identity. "Slayer," he replied begrudgingly.
Prue interjected, pressing for answers. "Now, answer the question," she demanded.
With his options limited, Krell finally revealed, "I'm a bounty hunter. I track fugitive demons, and it looks like we're after the same one."
Assistant District Attorney's Office
Phoebe approached the door of Cole's office, her eyes scanning the surroundings before stepping inside. As she entered, her gaze landed on someone seated in Cole's chair, facing the wall. Hope filled her voice as she called out, "Cole?" The chair spun around, revealing a stranger whom she did not recognize. Startled, she quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just looking for Cole Turner."
Phoebe, slightly flustered by the unexpected encounter, responded, "Phoebe."
His follow-up question caught her off guard. "Phoebe? Is that like Cher or Madonna, or do you have a last name?"
Stumbling over her words, Phoebe clarified, "No, of—of course. Uh, Halliwell. Phoebe Halliwell. Is Cole okay?"
Reese, clearly focused on his investigation, redirected the conversation. "How do you know him?" he probed further.
Unfazed, Phoebe insisted, "You didn't answer my question."
Acknowledging her point, Reese explained, "I know. Look, I have no idea if he's all right or not. That's what I'm trying to figure out. Nobody's heard from him since around Thanksgiving. At first, we thought he had just gone on vacation for the holidays but he never returned. Are you his girl?"
Phoebe's voice held a mix of concern and affection as she affirmed, "Yeah, I'm his girl."
Seeking any information that might lead to Cole's whereabouts, Reese pressed on. "Well, did he mention anything to you about what he was doing? Where he was going?"
Shaking her head, Phoebe admitted, "No. I remember at one time he had a suitcase packed, but he said his plans had changed."
Curiosity piqued; Reese delved deeper. "What plans?" he wondered.
Phoebe shrugged, genuinely unaware. "I don't know. Uh, something about a big case that he was working on."
Scrutinizing the available records, Reese picked up a folder. "Hmm..." he mused aloud. "According to his filing, he wasn't working on a case, big or small, for a couple of months before his disappearance. All he did was file extensions. Makes you wonder what he's been doing with himself." He handed Phoebe his card and continued, "Well, if you happen to hear from him or if you think of anything that might help, call me, okay? Okay?"
Phoebe accepted the card, a mix of worry and determination etched on her face. "Yeah," she replied softly before turning and exiting the office, her thoughts consumed by concern for Cole's well-being.
Halliwell Manor
"I should've known better than to underestimate him," Krell admitted, standing a couple of feet away from Piper, Buffy, and Prue. Buffy had allowed him to get back on his feet, but she remained cautious, her guard still up. "I thought that because Belthazor couldn't shimmer, his other powers were useless as well."
Piper questioned him, "So, you don't have the power to vanquish him?"
Shaking his head, Krell responded, "Obviously not. Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed to intercept your little calling card, now would I?"
Buffy chimed in, her tone laced with sarcasm, "Hey, you know what? How about next time Aunt Piper just freezes your head, and then maybe I could kick you in the—"
Interrupting the tension, Prue interjected, "Alright, so Belthazor was sent by the Triad to kill us. How do we know that you weren't sent by them too?"
"You're joking, right?" Krell expressed disbelief. "I don't believe this. You really don't know? Your Whitelighter must really be sleeping on the job."
Defending Leo, Piper spoke up, "Hey, now wait a minute, pal."
Prue intervened, sensing the need for clarity. "Piper," she warned, "What don't we know?"
Krell revealed the truth, "Belthazor killed the Triad. That's why he's on the run, that's why I'm here."
Curious, Buffy questioned, "Why would he do that?" Glancing at Prue and Piper, she realized they were just as clueless.
"Probably because they were going to kill him," Krell explained. "For failing to kill your adopted family, Slayer. Ironically, his inability to shimmer saved him from you killing him."
"So instead, we got you," Prue remarked.
"Believe me, just the thought of working with you turns my stomachs," Krell retorted.
Piper, confused by his choice of words, interjected, "Stomachs?"
"Aunt Piper, demons can have more than one organ in their body," Buffy clarified. "Vanquished one that had two hearts once."
Undeterred, Krell continued, "Anyways, right now I'm more interested in killing Belthazor than witches or the Slayer. Like it or not, we need each other. You can't find him without me, I can't vanquish him without your potion."
Prue sought further confirmation, "So, then you know where he is?"
Piper expressed her reservations, saying, "Prue, you can't be seriously considering this."
"Aunt Piper, some demons are not one hundred percent evil," Buffy reasoned. "Since he's a bounty hunter, he is probably more in the gray area, considering he has to hunt his own kind."
"She's a smart cookie," Krell acknowledged.
Prue redirected the conversation, asserting, "Answer the question."
"I can track his scent, his blood when he's in his demonic form, not his human one," Krell explained. "Fortunately, he can't maintain his human self for long, especially when wounded. It drains him."
Piper called the group to gather more privately, requesting their attention. "Uh, hi, could you two come here, over here, please?" She, Prue, and Buffy moved aside to confer. "We've tried working with demons before, and it was a bad idea then. And it's definitely a bad idea now."
Prue addressed Krell, stating firmly, "We'll let you know."
"No, you'll let me know now," Krell countered. He was met with silence. "Think fast. Belthazor won't stop trying to kill you. Only the heads of the Charmed Ones will convince the Source to spare him. He may even offer the Slayer up as well, as icing on the cake." With that, he shimmered out of sight.
Buffy added her perspective, "I have actually worked with vampires. I will admit that it comes with risks. But there is one vampire I personally owe a debt to. Because he fought alongside me to protect Dawn from Glory. I'm not saying we should trust him. He is a demon, after all."
Cole's Apartment
Phoebe cautiously approached the door, her knuckles tapping against the wood. "Cole? Cole, are you in there?" Her voice carried a hint of worry, catching the attention of a curious neighbor who peeked out from her own apartment. "Oh, sorry," Phoebe apologized, realizing her potential intrusion. The neighbor retreated, disappearing back into her abode.
Examining the scene, Phoebe's eyes caught the sight of crimson drops staining the carpet, forming a trail that led directly into Cole's apartment. A knot tightened in her stomach, a mix of concern and curiosity urging her forward. Her hand reached out to the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and she hesitantly pushed open the door to enter his dimly lit abode. "Cole? Hello?" she called out softly, her voice echoing in the silence.
As Phoebe ventured deeper into the apartment, the ominous drops of blood continued to guide her, leading her towards the bathroom. There, she discovered more traces of blood, scattered droplets marking the path. Concern etched across her face, she uttered his name once more, this time with a touch of urgency. "Cole?"
Inside the bathroom, Phoebe's gaze fell upon Cole, his figure partially obscured by the half-closed door. He stood before the mirror, hurriedly donning a shirt while tending to a visible wound. Her voice carried a mix of relief and apprehension. "Cole."
He turned his gaze towards her, a flicker of surprise briefly crossing his face. His words were laced with a mixture of concern and caution. "You really shouldn't be here," Cole cautioned, his voice filled with an undertone of worry.
Halliwell Manor
Piper's frustration filled the air as she paced back and forth in the attic of the Manor, her restless steps echoing off the walls. "I don't understand," she voiced her confusion, her tone laced with exasperation. "How can you not know the Triad is dead? Don't you think that's kind of important? Especially since, oh, I don't know, they've been trying to kill us for the past two years."
Leo, standing nearby, offered an apologetic admission. "They heard rumors, talk, nothing substantiated," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse.
Piper let out a frustrated sigh, her agitation palpable. "Well, I guess you can substantiate it now, can't you?" she retorted, her words carrying a mix of disappointment and annoyance. "Geez, have you been sleeping on the job or what?"
Attempting to diffuse the tension, Prue interjected, addressing Leo with a reassuring tone. "So, Leo, don't mind her. She's just a little cranky," she said, exchanging a knowing glance with Buffy.
The sound of Dawn's voice carried up from downstairs, announcing her arrival. "Mom! I'm home," she called out.
"In the attic, Dawn," Prue responded, her voice traveling through the house.
Piper couldn't help but interject once more, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "You know what?" she quipped. "I get that way when demons are trying to kill us."
Buffy chimed in, offering a different perspective. "Aunt Piper," she said, her voice calm and rational. "Demons aren't notorious for hiding their true intentions. If Krell was out to kill you or me, he would have tried by now."
Piper's retort came swiftly, still laden with skepticism. "Oh, yeah?" she retorted as Dawn entered the attic. "Tell that to the dining room table."
Leo redirected the conversation, seeking information from the Book of Shadows. "Is there anything in there on Zotars?" he asked, his hope evident.
Prue nodded, her focus on the ancient tome alongside Buffy. "Yeah, everything that he said about them, which makes me think that everything else he has said might be true too."
Dawn added her insight, her voice thoughtful. "Demons may be evil," she said, "but they actually can and do tell the truth sometimes."
Buffy nodded in agreement. "Dawn's right. Spike while a vampire was still brutally honest when he wanted to be."
Piper's doubts lingered as she questioned her nieces' perspective. "Including the part about how he likes to kill witches?" she challenged.
Prue took a firm stance, her determination evident. "Including the part about all of us working together," she affirmed.
"Are you willing to bet our lives on it?" asked Piper.
"Am I, no," said Buffy. "That comes from nearly six years of being the Slayer and stopping multiple apocalypse. But, Aunt Piper, if we do nothing and Belthazor somehow gets all of his powers back then we are going to be looking back over our shoulders."
"Buffy's right," agreed Prue. "And personally, I'm tired of that."
Piper's reluctance was evident, her sigh conveying a mix of resignation and concern. "I know, I know, okay," she conceded, her gaze shifting towards Leo. "I-I know you think they're right and..."
Leo's response carried a sense of urgency. "If you don't vanquish him now, you may not get another chance," he interjected, his words resonating with the weight of the situation at hand.
May 22, 2001 – Tuesday
California Institution for Women
Faith Lehane sat at a small desk, pen in hand, as she finished pouring her heart onto the paper before her. A mix of hope and apprehension flickered in her eyes as she read over the words she had written. She wondered if she had the courage to follow through, to actually send this letter to Buffy, the woman she had fallen deeply in love with. Doubts crept into her mind, whispering fears of rejection and the potential shattering of their bond. What if Buffy never read it? What if the heartfelt confession was torn apart and discarded, leaving Faith's vulnerable emotions unacknowledged?
But Faith knew she had to take a chance, to let Buffy know the truth. She knew she could entrust the letter to Angel, confident that he would deliver it to its intended recipient. Yet, her anxiety persisted, fearing that her deepest desires would remain unrequited. She longed for Buffy to understand the depth of her feelings, to comprehend the turmoil within her. It wasn't about Buffy having a life that Faith desired; it was about the pain of witnessing Buffy being with someone else while her heart ached with unspoken love.
With a gentle sigh, Faith carefully folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope, inscribing Buffy's name and her Sunnydale address. Tenderly sealing the envelope, she placed it beneath her pillow, a sanctuary for her most heartfelt confession. Later that day, when she would have the chance to see Angel or Fred in the visiting room, she planned to ask one of them to deliver the letter to Buffy. She would emphasize the urgency, the weight of her emotions, hoping they would understand the importance of conveying her message with utmost care.
Closing her eyes, Faith surrendered to sleep's embrace, allowing herself to be carried away into a realm of dreams. In her slumber, visions of Buffy filled her mind, intertwining with fantasies of acceptance, reciprocated love, and the whispered promise that their connection would transcend any obstacles.
May 25, 2001 – Friday
Summers Home, Sunnydale
Dawn stood in the dimly lit living room, her heart heavy with grief and loss. It had been two agonizing days since her sister, Buffy, had sacrificed herself so that Dawn could live, leaving an immense void in her life. The weight of sorrow hung in the air, suffocating and unrelenting.
As Dawn moved slowly through the room, her eyes caught sight of a small envelope lying on the coffee table. It was addressed to Buffy, bearing the return address of the California Institution for Women. Confusion momentarily clouded her sorrow-stricken expression. Who could be sending a letter to Buffy at a time like this, especially from a women's prison?
Curiosity mingled with apprehension as Dawn picked up the envelope, recognizing Faith Lehane's distinct handwriting. A flood of emotions surged within her—surprise, disbelief, and a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. Why would Faith be sending a letter now, in the wake of Buffy's ultimate sacrifice?
With trembling hands, Dawn carefully opened the envelope, revealing the heartfelt words penned by Faith. Her eyes scanned the page, absorbing the raw emotions laid bare upon the paper. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the lines as she absorbed the depth of Faith's confession.
In that moment, amidst the overwhelming grief, a bittersweet realization washed over Dawn. Buffy had been loved, deeply and fiercely, by someone unexpected. Faith's words conveyed a devotion that had remained unspoken, hidden beneath layers of complicated history and turbulent emotions.
Dawn clutched the letter to her chest, feeling the weight of both loss and love. Faith's heartfelt revelation offered a glimmer of solace, a reminder that Buffy's impact reached beyond the boundaries of their immediate circle. She understood that Faith's words were a testament to the complex and profound connections that Buffy forged throughout her life.
As tears streamed down her face, Dawn found a sense of solace in the letter. It was a reminder that love, even in the face of tragedy, could still find its way through the cracks of grief and uncertainty. The profound depth of Faith's emotions provided a small ray of light amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope for a future where love and healing could intertwine.
Clutching the letter tightly, Dawn whispered a heartfelt thank you to Faith, her voice carrying the weight of sorrow and gratitude. Though Buffy was gone, her legacy would endure, leaving behind a tapestry of love, loss, and unexpected connections. In that moment, Dawn knew that the bond between her sister and Faith would forever be etched in her heart, a testament to the enduring power of love and sacrifice.
January 10, 2002 – Thursday
Halliwell Manor
Leo, Buffy, and Dawn stood in the conservatory as they watched Prue and Piper chant the incantation for the Belthazor summoning spell. The air crackled with energy as their voices intertwined, carrying their plea into the mystical realms. "Magic forces black and white, reaching out through space and light, be he far or be he near, bring us the demon Belthazor here."
Just as the final words echoed through the manor, a sudden presence filled the foyer. Krell materialized, his ominous figure contrasting with Phoebe's arrival into the house. Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and alarm upon spotting the unfamiliar demon.
"Demon!" Phoebe's voice rang out, laden with determination, as she sprinted towards Krell. With a swift jump, she propelled herself upward, seizing a nearby beam and delivering a powerful kick to Krell's head. The impact reverberated through the room, momentarily halting the chaos.
"Phoebe, no, no, no!" Piper's voice carried a mixture of concern and exasperation as she, Buffy, Dawn, Prue, and Leo hurriedly gathered around the commotion in the foyer.
"What... what is going on?" Phoebe's breathless voice trembled with confusion. "Who is that?"
Prue stepped forward; her voice steady yet filled with urgency. "He is a demonic bounty hunter, here to help us find Belthazor."
Piper's sarcastic retort cut through the tension. "Why don't you go sniff something while we fill her in?"
Krell interjected, his tone focused and serious. "There's no time. I just picked up Belthazor's scent again."
Prue motioned to her sisters, Dawn, and Buffy, pulling Phoebe aside. "Come here. Alright, listen, here's the deal. Belthazor killed the Triad, and now the Source wants him dead."
Buffy interjected, adding her insight. "Krell is trying to suck up to the Source, so he wants to kill Belthazor."
Piper chimed in; her voice tinged with frustration. "Belthazor wants to kill us, so the Source won't kill him."
Leo completed the explanation, his tone calm yet urgent. "And if you work with Krell, you can vanquish Belthazor before he kills you."
Phoebe took a moment to absorb the information, her eyes meeting Leo's with a mix of determination and concern. "Works for me. Leo, I have to talk to you for a minute."
Krell's snide remark drew Buffy's attention. "How do you witches and your pet Slayer ever get anything done?"
"Pet?" said Buffy as she looked at her family.
Prue intervened, redirecting the focus. "Later, Buffy."
"If we're working together, we need to move now," Krell said matter-of-factly.
Prue's words prompted a sense of readiness among the group. "Alright, we're ready," she confirmed.
Krell turned his attention to Dawn, Prue, Piper, and Buffy. "Do you have the potion?"
Dawn couldn't contain her curiosity. "Do you have the scent?"
Krell, somewhat exasperated, gestured towards Prue, Piper, and Buffy. "I said I did, didn't I? You three come with me. The others should go to the old cemetery."
Leo voiced his concerns. "Wait, split up? Why?"
"Because he might be hiding there, that's why," Krell answered matter-of-factly. "Evil frequents cemeteries. It makes it difficult for me to track a demon's scent there. Belthazor knows that."
Phoebe stepped forward, determination in her eyes. "Okay, so why don't Dawn, Leo, and I go to the cemetery, and you guys go with him?"
Piper looked at Phoebe, seeking reassurance. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Phoebe affirmed.
Piper's voice brimmed with resolve. "Alright, let's go. We're ready." She paused, a fleeting moment of vulnerability crossing her face. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot to ask. Did you find out anything about Cole?"
Phoebe's expression shifted, sadness shadowing her features. "Uh, no, nothing at all about Cole." She turned to Leo and Dawn, a sense of urgency replacing her sorrow. "We need to go."
Dawn glanced at Phoebe, then at Leo, uncertainty etched on her face. "Go where?"
Cole's Apartment
Dawn released a weary sigh as she trailed behind Phoebe and Leo down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing softly against the walls. They were making their way towards Cole's apartment, a sense of urgency in their steps.
"Phoebe, we shouldn't even be here. Belthazor..." Leo's voice carried a tone of caution and hesitation.
"Can wait," Phoebe interjected firmly. "Cole can't. Leo, he will die without your help."
Dawn couldn't help but interject, her concern evident in her voice. "Shouldn't he be in a hospital then?"
Phoebe's response held a mix of frustration and determination. "He won't go."
Leo sighed; his voice filled with a heavy burden. "Phoebe, I cannot heal mortals, you know that. Not unless they were hurt by evil. It's against the rules."
Phoebe's desperation seeped into her words. "So, break the rules. You've done it before." She quickly amended her tone. "I'm sorry, that wasn't fair. I just... I can't let him die, Leo."
"You shouldn't be asking me to do this," Leo insisted, his voice tinged with internal conflict.
"I know, but I am," Phoebe said resolutely as they entered Cole's apartment. Spotting Cole sitting on the floor, she rushed over to him. "Cole, come here."
Phoebe carefully laid Cole down, and Leo knelt beside her, gently removing Cole's bandages before channeling his healing powers. To their surprise, sparks flickered from Leo's hands, casting an unusual light.
Dawn's eyes widened with curiosity and concern. "Leo? Why is that happening?"
Leo's voice held a hint of unease. "I don't know. Something's not right." In an instant, he was propelled backward, crashing into a nearby chair.
Reacting quickly, Dawn rushed to Leo's side. "You okay?"
Leo took a moment to collect himself, offering a reassuring nod. "Yeah, I think so." With Dawn's help, he rose to his feet.
Meanwhile, Phoebe assisted Cole in sitting up, her voice filled with relief. "Cole, it's okay. You're okay now."
A few moments later, Cole lay on his bed as Phoebe handed him a glass of water.
"Here you go, baby," Phoebe's voice held a tenderness as she offered him the water.
"Thanks," Cole responded, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."
Phoebe's words carried a mix of gratitude and worry. "You're lucky to be feeling anything right now."
"Yeah, I know," Cole admitted, his gaze shifting toward Leo. "You must be one hell of a doctor."
"He is. He's the best," Phoebe affirmed, her pride evident.
"I owe you one," Cole expressed his gratitude.
"Forget it," Leo dismissed the gesture. "Phoebe, can I talk to you out here?"
"Go ahead. I'm fine," Cole assured them.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Phoebe kissed Cole on the forehead and then followed Dawn and Leo into the hallway, concern etched on her face. "What's the matter?"
"I think we should get out of here now," Leo stated with urgency.
Phoebe nodded in agreement. "I agree. Whoever's after him could come back."
Dawn interjected; her voice laced with realization. "No, that's not why. He's a demon." She looked at Leo. "It's the only reason your healing power didn't work like it was supposed to. Isn't it?"
Leo contemplated Dawn's words, acknowledging her observation. "I believe Dawn may be right. I healed only part of him. That has never happened before. I can heal mortals completely. There is no other explanation. He is a demon, Phoebe. For all we know, he could be the demon that you are trying to vanquish."
Phoebe's denial was swift. "That's ridiculous."
"Is it?" Dawn pressed. "Do you remember when I did the slice and dice on Belthazor?" Phoebe nodded, memories resurfacing. "Cole's wound is in the same place as where I cut Belthazor."
"No, I don't believe it," Phoebe insisted, unwilling to accept the possibility.
"You have to believe it," Leo implored, his voice tinged with concern.
"No, I don't," Phoebe countered, her voice firm. "I don't. Maybe you both should just go."
"No way I'm leaving you here alone with him," said Leo.
"I have the potion, don't I?" said Phoebe. "Both of you just go."
Leo glanced at Dawn, seeking her opinion. She shook her head, silently conveying her loyalty. With a sigh, Leo orbed out, leaving Phoebe and Dawn alone in the hallway.
"Aunt Phoebe, you know I love you, right?" Dawn's voice carried a mix of love and worry.
"Of course, I do," Phoebe assured her, wrapping her arms around her niece.
"Then be careful, okay?" Dawn's voice held a plea. "I don't want to have to explain to Mom, Aunt Piper, or Buffy how I left you moments before Belthazor killed you."
Phoebe's expression softened; her heart touched by Dawn's concern. "I promise, Dawnie." As she released her embrace, her gaze caught sight of a portal forming behind Dawn, causing her niece to retreat cautiously into it.
Left alone in the hallway, Phoebe took a deep breath, steeling herself as she turned and walked back into Cole's apartment.