My name is Leonardo (Leo for short) and I’m new here. I’ve been having some ideas and decided to write them down. This is my first attempt at a fic, so don’t expect Shakespeare or anything, ok? I wrote most of this chapter in my Philosophy class (What can I say? It’s a booooooring class) and just typed it.
Enjoy (I hope…
)Title: Generations
Author: Leo aka Sailboat
Rating: PG but who knows later?
Pairings: W/T F/B X/A
Spoilers: a bit of seasons 3 and 4, I’m going to be changing LOTS of things to fit my story, so be warned.
Summary: A fight with a demon has a surprising turn for the Scooby Gang. (Yeah, I suck at summaries)
N/A: English is not my mother language and I don’t have a beta, so I’m already apologizing for the many mistakes you’ll find. Sorry!
Time Wrap
It was just a normal night and she was, as usual, patrolling the cemeteries. But for the past few months her heart just wasn’t in the slaying, she was merely following her routine mechanically: vamp – stake – dust.
Actually her mind was on the brunette slayer that was still laying on that hospital bed, where she had put her. She knew that she should be thinking of Faith as her enemy and not feeling guilty, but she couldn’t help seeing the brunette as her kindred spirit. She was, after all, the only one who could really understand the burden of being a chosen one.
Truth was she was afraid to. Afraid that getting closer to the other slayer and deepening the bond that was already so strong would unleash feelings she wasn’t ready or willing to acknowledge.
The possibility of Faith not waking up made her heart skip a beat. Could she live without the hope of never seeing those deep brown eyes again, even if they’re filled with hatred for her? A lump formed in her throat and she shook her head to stop those thoughts. She knew that even with her relationship with Riley going relatively well her sister slayer would always have an especial place in her heart and it pained her not having her around.
A vampire coming at her put her troubled mind to rest for the time being as the slayer made her appearance. Quickly she punched the undead in the face and a well placed roundhouse sent him flying against a nearby tombstone.
Now angry, the vampire bared his fangs and started throwing punches at her, most of which were evaded or blocked by the slayer. She noted that he wasn’t very experienced by his sloppy moves, but decided that she shouldn’t drag the fight and risk being hurt in a moment of distraction.
Buffy twirled her stake between her fingers once and with a flourish put it back in her belt. Slayer: 1, Vamps: 0.
As she went back to her strolling through the cemeteries she was once again lost in thought, this time of her redhead best friend.
She was worried about Willow, since Oz’s departure she’d lost some of her bubbly air. Of course, she always tried to be cheerful about things but Buffy couldn’t help thinking the redhead’s smiles didn’t reach her eyes anymore. And with Xander being all about Anya lately the only thing that seemed to distract Willow’s mind of her problems were her studies and witchcraft.
Just as she was making a metal note to stop being such a self-centered bitch and start acting like a real best friend she noticed something definitely off. Not stopping to think twice she sprinted to where her always reliable ‘wiggins-dar’ – as Xander liked to call it – lead her.
She reached a crypt surrounded bushes and finally caught sight of the source of her wiggins: a massive gargoyle-like demon was apparently having its dinner – something beaten and bloody that was being easily crushed by the demon’s razor-sharp teeth.
Buffy had to use all her self control not to jump back when the demon turned in her direction, blood-red eyes full of hunger.
Apparently angry at having his meal interrupted the demon dumped the bloody carcass and attacked the slayer with long arms and claws ready to slice her open.
Snapping out of her daze, she quickly jumped out of the way and twisted her body, sending the demon to the ground with a precise kick to its head.
As expected, the demon was up again almost instantly but instead of retaliating the attack it studied Buffy with something akin to curiosity in its red eyes.
“Sssssslayer…” came the hissed conclusion of the demon, who took a step back.
“What gave me away?” she muttered and ran to the cowering beast, kicking its midsection and with a right hook to its head sent him to the ground once more.
Getting desperate, the demon started slashing wildly at her with its claws and managed to slice her arm, making her wince slightly as blood poured from the open wound. But the slayer quickly got the upper hand in the fight and the demon was taking a serious beating from the angry blonde.
When she sent the quickly tiring demon to the ground once more she could see fear and panic in its eyes, obviously knowing that it wouldn’t live much longer.
“Sssssslayer…” it hissed again, backing away cowardly.
“What? Big bad demon afraid of little ol’ me?” she mocked sarcastically.
At this red eyes narrowed at her and Buffy had the distinct feeling that she talked too soon. Her eyes widened when a yellowish energy suddenly surrounded the gargoyle demon as it stood tall and glared at her with flashing eyes.
When the ground started trembling with the power of the demon’s energy Buffy made a hasty decision and pulled Mr. Pointy out of her belt. Taking a deep breath she focused all her force in her arm and threw the stake at the glowing demon, hitting it right in the neck.
The demon made a gurgling sound, dark green blood seeping out of the wound and collapsed with a final hissing sound.
To her surprise, the energy gathered by the demon didn’t disappear but started growing considerably, pulsing in a frightening manner. Shielding her eyes against the bright light the slayer braced herself for the explosion she was sure such a large amount of energy would cause.
She was thrown back with the force of the explosion and landed on her wounded arm, uttering a small cry of pain. Slowly she reopened her arms and gingerly sat up to check on the damage made by the explosion. Her eyes widened as she took in the smashed tombstones around her and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she caught sight of the six strangely familiar people that were now standing beside the demon’s body.
(N/A: I could so end it here and let you hanging, couldn’t I? Nah, I’m not that evil.
)Buffy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as the slayer kicked in and carefully studied the newcomers. Deciding that they were human enough, Buffy got up and started approaching the group, which was looking around confusedly, unaware of her presence.
“Alright, who killed this demon?” asked the only adult of the group, a brunette woman with long wavy hair and a hauntingly familiar voice that made Buffy stop dead in her tracks
“Faith?!”
At her cry of surprise the newcomers whirled around quickly and most fell into fighting stances, but the slayer’s eyes didn’t move from the deep brown gaze that had been haunting her mind.
“Hey B.” the woman said softly and a thousand questions filled Buffy’s mind.
“Wow!” the exclamation caught Buffy’s attention and she turned to a slightly younger, blonde version of her best friend.
“Willow?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Close.” The blonde teen offered her a small grin
Buffy was getting dizzy with all the possible explanations for this situation that were running through her head.
“She looks about to pass out.” Commented a young brunette in a tone that reminded her of the ever tactless ex-vengeance demon.
“What? Who? How? Why?” Buffy babbled incoherently.
“I think the most important question here is ‘when?’.” Said a short boy with a disheveled mass of bright red hair and mysterious blue eyes behind a pair of oval glasses.
“Huh?”
“Eloquent, isn’t she?” smirked the brunette girl.
Before Buffy could think up a good come back the older Faith spoke up. “It would be best if I had to explain all this just once or at least the bits I figured out. Can you get the gang together?”
“How can I trust you?” Buffy asked dubiously, after all, the last time she saw Faith she was trying to kill her.
“How can you not?” demanded a tiny girl that couldn’t be over twelve with blonde hair that didn’t quite reached her shoulders and dark brown eyes.
Buffy was about to answer when the older Faith put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, shaking her head sadly. The little girl nodded softly and received a grin from the woman. Before Buffy could ponder on this exchange the woman turned to her.
“I won’t hurt you, Buffy.”
The blonde slayer didn’t know whether it was the way the brunette said her name or those soulful brown eyes, but she believed her entirely.
“Ok.” She nodded and motioned for them to follow her.
“Wait!” exclaimed the redhead. “What about Mom? She was with us.”
“I’ll look her her, little bro.” prompted Willow’s blonde clone, closing her eyes in concentration.
Buffy stared at the girl with interest wondering what the hell she was doing and raised an eyebrow when she grinned widely. The girl opened her eyes and winked at Faith conspiratorially.
“She’s where is expected. I told her to come to us.”
A knowing smile formed on the older Faith’s lips and she shook her head. “Figures.”
o/ o/ o/ o/
Not far from there in a room at the campus an invisible figure watched as the group of wannabe witches carried on a discussion about bake sales and newsletters, oblivious to her presence.
She had her eyes fixed on the only true witches among this so-called wicca group. She knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Well, this is good. I mean, this is all fun ya know, but there's also other stuff that we might show an interest in, as a wicca group." Said the petite redhead witch.
"Like what?"
"Well, There's the wacky notion of spells, you know conjuring, transmutation"
The woman can’t help grinning at the young witch, silently cheering her on.
"Oh yeah, then we could all get on our broomsticks and fly around on our broomsticks" one of the girls said giggling cruelly.
"You know certain stereotypes are not very empowering." Another commented.
"I t-think that-“ the blonde girl sitting on the ground tried to speak, but was ignored, making the invisible figure clench her fists knowing that she couldn’t do anything to help.
"One person's energy can suck the power from an entire circle. No offense."
"W-Well, m-maybe we c-c-could uh."
"Yeah, Tara? Guys, quiet."
Across the blonde, the young redhead looked at her expectantly as did the other girls in the group.
"Do you have a suggestion?"
Tara just shook her head and looked down, but then she looked at the redhead as if trying to apologize for her lack of wit. The redhead smiled slightly and forced back the urge of rolling her eyes when group continued the discussion.
"Ok, let's talk about the theme for the bacchanal."
The hidden woman did roll her eyes at the bunch of crap those girls were talking about. Moving silently around the room, she stood behind the shy blonde that was staring at the ground gloomily and ran her hand through the golden strands in a comforting manner, barely touching at all, focusing her energy to soothe the girl.
Her actions seemed to have the desired effect as the blonde’s aura brightened considerably and she sighed softly, raising her head to look at the young redhead that had captivated her attention.
Blue and green meet and they stare at each other for a long moment.
Mom? Where are you?
The woman almost jumped when her daughter’s voice echoed in her head.
I’m currently watching my first meeting with Tara.
The invisible woman talked to her daughter for a while and agreed to meet the others as soon as possible.
Soon the meeting was over and the girls got up to leave. Willow and Tara were the only ones left in the room.
“Hey.” The redhead approached the blonde.
“H-Hi.” Tara silently cursed herself for stuttering like a pathetic wimp.
“I’m Willow.” The redhead said smiling gently.
“T-Tara.” Tara ducked her head, hiding behind her hair.
“You’re a real witch, aren’t you?”
Tara went rigid and started stuttering badly. “I-I-I… um, Y-y-yes, I a-am.”
“You seemed different from the others, don’t get me wrong, but they were just a bunch of wanna-blessed-bes.” Willow said and Tara couldn’t control her grin, the redhead was just too cute.
"I t-think if they s-saw a w-w-witch they would r-run the other way." Tara gave Willow a lopsided smile that warmed the redhead’s heart.
"How long have you been practicing?"
"Always, I mean, s-since I um, was l-little... my, my m-mom used to. She um, she h-had a lot of p-power, like you."
"Oh I'm not... I don't have much in the way of power." Willow smiled embarrassedly. "Really, I mean most of my potions come out soup. Besides... spells going awry, friends in danger... I'm definitely nothing special."
"No, you are." Tara blurted out and blushed.
Willow smiled at the compliment. Tara smiled back hesitantly.
“Maybe we um, could get together some day. You know, to practice. That’s it, if you want to. I mean, you must have more important things to do, being in college and I really should know when to shut up.” The redhead babbled.
Tara giggled softly, not believing that this beautiful girl wanted to meet up with her to practice witchcraft. She felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach. “I-I’d l-love to practice w-with you some d-day.”
Willow smiled brightly at this but before she could answer her cell phone rang. She shrugged at Tara apologetically and took the phone from her bag.
“Hello? Hey Buff… Yeah, just finished… What is it?... Oh, ok, I’ll be there ASAP. Bye.” Willow finished her conversation then stared at the phone strangely for a minute.
Shaking herself out of her confused daze she looked at Tara and smiled. “Sorry, I gotta go. Could you write your address or your phone for me, so I can um, talk to you later?”
Tara took the notebook and pen offered and quickly wrote her address and phone number. When she returned them her fingers touched Willow’s and both felt something like an electric current passing through their bodies.
They stared at their hands for a long moment before Willow shook her head and put her things back in her bag. “See ya later, then.” She waved at Tara before running out of the room.
Tara stayed there for a few minutes processing what just happened. A gorgeous redhead noted her and asked for her address and number, they would meet again. She sighed contently and walked out of the room, oblivious to the presence of the other person that had watched the whole exchange.
The invisible woman grinned and muttered to herself. “Go me!” and teleported out of the room.
TBC…
So, any death threats yet? Feedback, please!
Leo
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be / Just a dream and the wind to carry me / And soon I will be free - Sailing, Christopher Cross.
