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Post by Trublu on Oct 3, 2005 18:54:01 GMT -5
Title:Intertwined Author: Me! Email:dancinbandfool1390@yahoo.com Website: This one, and also www.reallycoolmedia.cjb.netPermission to archive: Ask first, give credit. Fandom(s): Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ SVU Genre (general, hetero or slash): You know what the deal is Pairing/Characters: Buffy/Willow, Olivia/Casey Rating:T ish. I'm actually not sure. Summary: The First is back in black. Warnings: Femslash and vampires. Nothing out of the ordinary. Notes: My first crossover, and first attempt at a Buffy Fic. Be kind. ;D But reviews (not diamonds!) are a girls best friend! Although diamonds come a close second... If you need some explaination of the Buffy fandom, just ask and you shall recieve! Acknowledgments: Joss Wheldon and Mr. Wolf for creating these incredible series and characters!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All things good and evil, pure and dark Will live in harmony as do the goddesses Until such a time when one power breaks the bonds And seeks to hold the world in his own hands So will rise the greatest evil To wreak havoc on the universe Not wind, nor water, nor fire, nor earth Will have enough power to force this great evil into repression It will take the strength and cunning of the Slayer Genius and magic of the Witch Fearlessness and compassion of the Protector And resolve and determination of the Giver All the powers must be combined of heart and soul So that the evil will disappear from our presence But should these chosen ones fail And all things good and pure shall perish from the earth Buffy Summers stared at the ancient text she held in her hands. Over her shoulder another pair of eyes were glued to the prophecy, belonging to her best friend Willow Rosenberg. They had both heard of the prophecy from Giles, but they had dared to hope, as did he, that it did not exist. But the pieces of the apocalyptic puzzle were slowly falling into place. “The First.” Buffy jumped at the sudden words. She looked to Willow, who had broken the silence. “I mean,” Willow elaborated, “it has to be the First. There has never been any demon this powerful before. And everything else fits, except for…” Buffy wore a look of confusion, until she realized what was missing. “We know that you’re the Slayer,” Willow continued. “And me… well I’m certainly not a genius,” Willow blushed, “But I’m definitely a witch. But, I’ve never heard of a Protector or a Giver. What in the world are they?” Buffy glanced at Willow, and Willow couldn’t stop a feral grin from crossing her face. ”Research?” Buffy asked, cringing. “Yup.”
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Post by novakrulez on Oct 4, 2005 18:04:36 GMT -5
YAY! A Buffy fan fic! That's my other favorite show! ;D
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Post by shinko on Oct 4, 2005 22:29:14 GMT -5
Yea a SVU/Buffy fic. Two great shows rolled into one fanfic. Can't wait for more.
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Post by Trublu on Dec 1, 2005 17:22:00 GMT -5
A/N: Yeah. Took me long enough, I know. I actually had this written a long time ago, but I got engrossed in school, and other writings... and it just keeps going.
Some notes:Ignore the previous notes, I changed my mind. Again.
Some time-table stuff: *Contains potential spoilers if you plan on watching the show* This is post-SunnyD, so its still sinkhole material. Right now the characters are in L.A. or another Cali town... either or, doesn't really make a difference. First is still out and about, obviously.
So onto the actual update:
Chapter 2
Olivia had a gut feeling that she was about to begin work on a very nasty case. It had been one of those weeks where the attacks had started coming down on them like rain during a hurricane. The whole squad knew that the attacks were being committed by the same perp, but unfortunately he was one of the smarter ones they had seen… as smart as a rapist could be anyways. As she got close to the police tape, she could see Elliot, hands in his pockets, staring at the body.
“Same thing,” he declared sensing Olivia walk up behind him. Two puncture wounds in the neck, then snapped.” Elliot looked at the body again, then walked away. Olivia didn’t like being close to a body that… disturbing. And it took a lot to spook her these days.
“Detective!”
Olivia walked toward M.E. Warner, who had apparently found something on the body.
“Same thing,” Warner said, shaking her head. “Saliva around and in the wounds, and the same insignia on her shoulder.”
Olivia felt sick to her stomach, but she had to at leas finish going over the scene before she found someplace to barf.
“What is going on here doc? It all points to a guy biting girls’ necks. But is it possible to leave marks like that?”
Olivia was referring to the two perfectly spaced teeth marks.
“No. Human teeth wouldn’t… couldn’t possibly leave marks like that. They’re too perfect.”
“Then what in the world could be causing these marks?”
Chapter 3
Buffy slammed her book shut for the 32nd time that night. Thirty-two books, and there was nothing that even hinted about the two mystery components to the prophecy.
“Wills, I can’t find anything…” Buffy trailed off, noticing Willow’s face glued to the computer screen. Usually that was a natural occurrence, but not accompanied by the look of shock pasted on Willow’s face.
“Will, what is it?” Willow sat unresponsive, eyes wide with shock, and her mouth hanging open. Buffy ran to look over her shoulder, and gasped as she read. Willow, finally finding her voice, started reading what had disturbed the two Scoobies so much.
“Mystery Rapist Takes a Bite out of Reduced Crime Rates.”
“Will, please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”
Willow shook her head, her body still influenced by the shock.
“Buffy it’s all here. Teeth marks in the victims’ necks, and an insignia. d*** it, it’s gotta be him. There’s got to be another Hellmouth in New York City. And the First is going to open it.”
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Post by Trublu on Jan 31, 2006 22:18:31 GMT -5
More A/N: Sorry it took so long for another installment! My muse was playing hide and seek, I hate it when she does that... anyways, some more things to be aware of that I haven't made crystal clear: SunnyD is indeed gone, the gang is in another California town, but the Potentials thing never happened. It was purely the original Scoobies, plus Tara and Faith (who's backstory I will hopefully get around to) that made the place go "kaboom". So, no Kennedy for Willow. But also never any Tara for Willow, they were nothing more than just good friends (for these intents and purposes). We'll say that the "Potentials" spell still happened, but Tara tethered Willow instead of Kennedy, and it made the original slayers stronger instead of activating new ones. And, obviously, Tara never got shot. Got that?
Chapter 4
Olivia was sitting hunched over her desk like she did whenever she was thinking, but in this instance her brain was on empty, and so was her body. Physically and emotionally exhausted, her body was telling her that enough was enough. Sleep had eluded her for days, and the lack of such an important commodity was beginning to take its toll on her logic skills. She was beginning to think the teeth marks could have been caused by vampires. Convincing the ridiculous idea to leave her brain, Olivia made her way over to the coffee pot to pour herself another glass of insomniac’s juice. The case was having a similar toll on the rest of the squad. Nothing had ever passed through the precinct quite like this before. There had been odd cases, unfathomable cases, but none so strange as this one. This one was purely unexplainable. Elliot had gone home to Cathy and the kids, Munch and Fin had left to go catch a movie before heading home. Even the captain had left, although he did not have much to look forward to at his humble abode. Olivia stayed in the squad room, convinced that she had seen the marks on the victims before, but for the life of her could not remember where. It was around twelve that night when another human, equally as puzzled about the details of the case, swept into the squad room, as surprised as Olivia was to find that another person was indeed awake and functioning at this hour.
“Casey, what are you doing here? Everyone else has gone home, there really is not much else we can accomplish tonight…” Olivia looked down, realizing that she should take her own words to heart.
“I could say the same for you Detective. But I also have a feeling that you can’t forget about this case, because something is bothering you about it. Something other than the fact that this has to be the strangest case that we’ve ever seen.” Casey pulled up Elliot’s chair, joining Olivia at her desk. “Something about that mark… I feel like I’ve seen it before. Or like I should have seen it before… Somewhere…”
Olivia gave Casey the look she only reserved for Munch’s conspiracy theories, but also granted her a nod of affirmation.
“I don’t know Case, it seems like there is something I should remember about this case, that could help us solve it. And it’s driving me nuts that I can’t remember enough to end all this.”
Casey glanced over at the detective, noticing the bags under her eyes and the lack of attention that she is giving her movements. When Olivia tries to turn around in her chair, her leg gets caught and she topples toward the floor. Casey, just as tired but quick in her reflexes, makes a grab for Olivia and gets her before she hits the ground.
“That’s it, Detective. I know you want to work on this some more, but you sprawled out on the floor isn’t going to do anyone any good. Especially if some poor citizen like me comes strolling in and falls for yo--- I mean on you.” Trying to lighten the mood, Casey almost let her non-platonic feelings for the Detective out. But she need not worry, since Olivia was so far gone that Munch riding on a flying pony would have made sense to her at this point. Casey dragged her out to the curb, trying to flag down a cab. Whatever it was that they were thinking of, it would have to wait until morning.
Chapter 5
“I don’t see another way Willow, I’m going to have to go to New York. I’m the Chosen One, remember?”
“Buffy,” Willow stated reassuringly yet firmly. “I don’t have a problem with you going to New York City, for the millionth time. Were you listening at all?”
Buffy turned red; she hadn’t been listening, ever since her best friend had told her that she couldn’t let her go to New York. She had been so busy trying to think of a way to get Willow to let her go that she had missed everything the redheaded witch had said.
“Exactly,” Willow confirmed, crossing her arms. “I said, about ten times Buffy, that I want to go to New York with you. You’re going to need a witch remember?”
Buffy was ready to protest, but looking at the Wicca’s face, she knew there was no winning. She had donned the “resolve face,” meaning that trying to argue with her at this point would be like trying to move a brick wall. Actually, with slayer strength, trying to move the wall would be easier.
“Don’t try to go all “I’m the Chosen One” on me Buffy, you know it will never stop me from helping you. It never has before, never will in the future.”
“Fine,” Buffy relented, not willing to argue with her best friend. She was actually excited that her best friend wanted to come along. More Buffy and Willow quality time had been a necessity.
“We’re going to need to call the NYPD, Giles, and Faith before we try and set up any other arrangements.”
Up to this point, Buffy had been ok with the idea of going to New York to solve their latest “First” problem, but she was in the dark about why the phone calls, other than Giles, were needed.
“Willow, why…?” Buffy trailed off, seeing that her best friend, ever prepared, was already beginning to explain the phone calls to her partner in crime.
“The NYPD because we need all the info on these cases we can get, Giles is obvious, and Faith because two slayers are always better than one.”
Her distain towards Faith still had a long ways to go before it had faded enough, but Willow had harbored more hatred towards her than any of the other Scoobies. But, yet again, Willow had predicted Buffy’s confusion, and met her with an answer.
“Its about power, Buffy. I still hate Faith for what she did to you, and I trust her about as far as I can throw her. But the First won’t care whether we’re fighting together as best friends or mortal enemies, he’ll just care that there are two slayers instead of one. I’m planning on asking Tara if she’ll join us too, because I know my powers aren’t nearly strong enough for this kind of prophecy.”
It was not lost on Buffy that Willow had said “what Faith did to you” and not “what Faith did to me,” and it was causing Buffy’s thoughts to become lost in more thoughts of what she could have possibly meant. So lost in fact, that she did not notice the pillow sailing towards her face until it hit her.
“I hope you’re not planning on fighting the First with that look on your face. I don’t think he’s much for drooly “I’m thinking of Angel” faces.” Willow laughed.
Buffy, flustered at being caught yet again, was not quick on the reply.
“I… uh… wasn’t… thinking of Angel…really…no…”
Willow shook her head, confused as always about her best friend’s thoughts. She was never able to figure out what was going through Buffy’s head. Not willing to try and figure them out, she simply grabbed Buffy’s hand and led her toward the stairs.
“You. Pack. Now. I’ll take care of the phone calls. Make sure to pack me some underwear!” Willow yelled, making sure Buffy heard what she was saying this time.
Before Buffy knew what had happened, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and she could hear Willow in the kitchen rifling through her phonebooks. As she headed up the stairs, Willow’s last statement finally reached her ears. “Wait, I have to pack her underwear?!” At this realization, Buffy’s face reddened. It was obvious her best friend knew nothing about her attraction towards her, otherwise she would have never allowed her this pleasure…
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Post by svucrazy on Jan 31, 2006 23:19:16 GMT -5
I never read a Buffy fic before but I'm liking this.
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Post by Trublu on Feb 1, 2006 19:18:12 GMT -5
Thanks svucrazy! It felt so wonderful to write some of that fic last night.
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Post by Trublu on Feb 20, 2006 19:55:53 GMT -5
A more personal chapter before getting to the juicy plot stuff: To answer some questions that popped up elsewhere: No, Willow is not out, that would make it way too easy for Buffy. Let's say that Willow did not take Oz back and Buffy did not die, get resurrected, or have sex with Spike. (Because as much as I loved both Oz and Spike, I hated them when they were paired with Willow and Buffy.) I'm not going for a rewrite of those seasons really, I'm pretty much just highlighting and pressing the delete button. Those events never existed, but nothing happened instead, either.
Chapter 6
Olivia woke from a strange dream involving bunnies and a tap dancing clown in a top hat, neither of which made sense now that she was awake. In fact, nothing made sense as she found herself in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar bed, with a very unfamiliar body pressed up against her back. Thinking back to the night before, she found herself scrambling to remember what had happened.
*Lets see, I know I was at the precinct, I wasn't going home, or even planning on leaving the squadroom, so I wasn't drunk, which is a relief... But then where am I and how the hell did I get he-- wait, what is that picture off? Casey? What the-*
Olivia interupted her own thoughts to turn over, not wanted to disturb the body beside her but wanting to know who it was. What she found was a very pale skinned woman and a very red head of hair.
*d***! How the hell did I end up here with Casey?!*
Getting up out of the bed, Olivia was relieved to find that she at least still had her clothes on, which unfortunately, more often than not was usually not the case. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping that Casey kept her coffee in plain sight, because Olivia was in need of a serious caffine fix, and quickly.
Ten minutes and a half a cup of coffee later, Olivia still did not know what had happened the night before. She had finally remembered that she was extremely tired and had almost hit her head on the floor, saved only by Casey's quick reflexes. But how Casey had managed to drag her from the precinct to her apartment while she was pretty much dead to the world was a mystery for the ages. Fortunately, Olivia only had to wait a few seconds for the answer as Casey padded sleepiy out from her bedroom.
"Good morning Olivia!" Casey flashed on of her signature smiles at Olivia, and for a moment, she forgot that she had forgotten how she had come to be with Casey.
"Good morning Case. Listen, what exactly happened last night?"
Casey was slightly worried that Olivia couldn't remember but had still anticipated the question.
"Well, do you remember being at the precinct last night and taking a nasty spill off your chair?"
At Olivia's affirming nod, Casey looked visibly relieved.
"Well, after that, I walked you outside to the curb, and planned on hailing a cab and sending you home. But," Casey continued, with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "it became quite obvious from the fact that you were practically asleep in my arms that you are not taking care of yourself, so I decided to bring you back here and force a good night's sleep and a heathly breakfast in you." Seeing the look of relief on Olivia's face, she added quickly. "Nothing else happened, if that's what you're thinking."
Olivia, having no response to Casey's accurate accusation, smiled sheepishly and stared at her coffee, pretending to find something immensly interesting in its brown depths.
"I'll take your silence as a confirmation that you aren't taking proper care of yourself, and you know it. Jeez Olivia! I know that you want to solve this case, we all do, but you're ending up in the hospital or being half alert isn't going to help us, or any other case we work on. I swear, you drive me crazy worrying..." Casey tappered off, realizing that for the second time in less than 24 hours, she had slipped up again. She hoped that Olivia missed the comment. Casey's luck wasn't with her this time, as she soon realized, seeing the larger than life smile drift across Olivia's face.
"You worry? About me?"
Casey didn't have an immediate response for Olivia's question this time, instead her face giving her away by turning a fiery red color that almost matched her hair.
"Sure, I mean, we're friends, right? Friends worry about friends." Casey cringed inwardly at the bad cover up, and again at the look on Olivia's face. She couldn't quite place the look, and quickly shrugged it off.
Olivia, standing opposite Casey, couldn't help the wave of disappointment that had clearly washed over her face. She had hoped that this had finally been what she was looking for; a clue as to whether Casey liked her as much as she liked Casey. Dejectedly, Olivia changed the subject.
"We started talking about those marks last night... I was looking through a site last night when you came, it appears that there's something equally as strange going on in a town in California called Sunnydale. There were tons of case logs that carried the same MO as our guy here, and the same signature bite marks and symbol."
Casey's face visably brightened at the thought of a break in the case.
"That's great Olivia!" Pondering what she had just said, it dawned on Casey what she had just said. "I mean for our case, obviously not for the victims, not good for them at all..." Being on the verge of babbling, Casey took a deep breath and continued. "We should call the Sunnydale Police department and find out as much as we can about these cases." Casey slowly stopped speaking at the uncomfortable look on Olivia's face.
"I was thinking the same exact thing, except for one tiny problem." At Casey's weary look, Olivia grudgingly continued. "Sunnydale doesn't exist anymore. For reasons that are currently unexplainable, it collapsed into itself about a year ago."
Both woman let the information sit out in the open, not sure what to make of it. Common sense told them it was not possible, but the little nagging voice in the back of their mind told them that the events were connected. Olivia spoke first.
"I'm going to contact the LAPD. Call me crazy, but these events are connected."
Casey nodded. "I know. I can feel it."
"Come on, lets get ready, its going to be a long day."
Olivia and Casey both got ready, Olivia donning her clothes from the day before, willing to field any gutter-minded questions coming from her coworkers rather than waste time traveling to her apartment.
Casey and Olivia entered the squadroom together; they recieved some surprised looks from Munch, Fin and Elliot, but shrugged them off in favor of finding out whether they were going crazy or not. Olivia looked up the number for the chief of police in Los Angeles, but before she could dial the number, her phone rang.
"For goodness sake, what timing... Benson."
Casey was also annoyed at the apparent delay to their mission, but her annoyance turned to confusion as the conversation carried on.
"Hello, this is Detective Benson, correct?"
"Yes, may I help you?"
"My name is Willow Rosenberg, although that won't help you much with our problem or with us solving yours, but anyway-"
"Jeez Willow, get on with it!" Buffy could be heard yelling from the backround.
"Sorry!" She hissed back at Buffy. "Uh, we read about a problem in New York City that seemed similar to one that we had around here, and we'd like to help if we can."
Olivia was surprised, and looking over at Casey, she could tell that she could not only hear the conversation, but couldn't believe that they might actually have a break in the case as well.
"Where exactly is this 'here' that you are refering to?"
"Sunnydale, California."
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Post by hotcop on Feb 21, 2006 21:24:38 GMT -5
I really love this fic Trublu! :yahoo: I'm a huge Buffy fan, it's my favourite show with SVU so I'm really thrilled by your idea to mix both!!
Please continue, I'm impatient to read the next chapter!!! :flower:
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Post by Finaddict on Feb 21, 2006 21:41:20 GMT -5
Hi Trublu, this fiction sounds like it will be good BUt I must plead ignorance of Buffy. Can you provide a snyopsis of the show so I won't be totally lost. Any info would be most appreciated..Thanking you in advance...Finaddict
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Post by Trublu on Feb 21, 2006 22:02:12 GMT -5
hotcop: Thanks! I'm hoping to write the next chapter soon, I'm quite impacient to actually... but my muse has hidden again. I'm trying to find her ASAP Finaddict: Basically (and I mean VERY basically, Buffy was such a complex show, it is amazing...) Buffy the Vampire Slayer was about a girl (Buffy) who was the Chosen One, the slayer of vampires, demons, and other nasties. "In every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone shall stand against the vampires, demons, and forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." If you want more details, I suggest the Wikipedia page for Buffy: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_the_vampire_slayerIts so thourough its scary. Also, If you want the deal on the First, which isnt meantioned specifically on Wiki, I'll PM you the backround him. For you, and anyone else that hasn't seen the series, all 7 seasons are out on DVD, and I'd highly recommend them.
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Post by Finaddict on Feb 21, 2006 22:22:09 GMT -5
thanks so much Trublu I will go to Wikipedia link as soon as I can and feel free to PM about the First. :flower:
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Post by Finaddict on Mar 2, 2006 18:50:45 GMT -5
I got some basic info now on Buffy and I feel I understand it..Now Intertwined is even better...can't wait for more :flower:
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Post by Trublu on Apr 19, 2006 15:18:50 GMT -5
Finally I got off my lazy butt and did some writing. Enjoy! *Thanks to arandomtuesday who betaed this chapter.*
Chapter 7
Buffy fiddled with the earphones on her lap, trying to undo the thousands of knots that had found their way into the cord. She was apprehensive about using airplane earphones, no telling where those things had been, but she would welcome any sort of distraction at this point. Willow's close proximity on their flight to New York was starting to affect her greatly. She was, much to her chagrin, beginning to experience the second portion of Faith's "hungry and horny" philosophy. So she tried to keep busy with the headphones, not wanting Willow, or anyone else for that matter, to notice her obvious discomfort and ask her about it. So while Willow sat calmly next to her watching "The Grudge", she thought about anything and everything not related to Willow Rosenberg.
"Hey B, what ya doing?"
Buffy jumped at the sudden intrusion, being so lost in her world of non-Willow related thoughts that she had completely forgotten about Faith and Tara sitting right behind them. It hadn't taken much to convince Faith to join them; after all she was always itching for the fight. Willow and Buffy made it clear that they had their eyes on her, and Faith made it clear that she knew she would have to earn their forgiveness. But after her loyalty during the battle with The First in Sunnydale, they could hardly pass up the chance to ask her to help again.
Tara had also taken little convincing. After helping Willow with the enhanced slayer power spell that had allowed them to defeat the First, Tara's powers had strengthened. She was becoming quite the witch, and more importantly, very in-control of her power. Buffy didn't think Willow noticed it, but she was almost positive that Tara was developing a crush on Faith. Deciding not to call the kettle black, however, she hadn't talked to Faith or Tara about it. Turning back to face Faith, she gave her a weak smile.
"I'm just trying to get the knots out of these headphones, F. I forgot mine."
At this Faith started laughing uncontrollably, earning herself many stares. Tara looked over at her and shook her head, returning to her book. Willow, to Buffy's relief, remained oblivious.
"Shhh, SHHH Faith! Faith shut up, people are staring. Why are you laughing?"
Coming down from her tirade of giggles, Faith managed to squeek out, "The things you do to keep your eyes off of Red."
Buffy's face promptly turned the same color at Faith's remark. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, dispite her attempt to hide it, that Tara's smile had taken a slight upward turn. Sandwiching herself in the empty seat between the slayer and the Wicca, Buffy did her best to keep control of the situation.
"How did you know? Am I that obvious?"
Still laughing Faith calmed down enough to address Buffy's panicked question.
"Slayer connection, gotta love it B. Everything you do is magnified ten times. When you're scared, I can feel it. When you're lonely, I can feel it. When you're nervousy-fidgity, I know Red's around." Faith chuckled, winking in Buffy's direction. "As for this one over here," Faith jerked her thumb towards Tara, who quickly pretended to be engulfed in her book and not the conversation, "you'll have to ask her."
Knowing she had been busted, Tara gave up on her book and turned to face Buffy.
"It's in your aura, Buffy. People's aura's generally stay the same, except when they are overcome by extreme emotion. And that happens every time you are around Re-- I mean Willow," Tara finished, glaring at Faith.
"What can I say, I rub off on many people," Faith laughed.
Buffy, extremely embarassed about being caught, covered her face with her hands.
"What do I do now? I mean, from the first moment that I met her, I knew that I loved her. But I've never been able to tell her, you know? Always being in the middle of impending apocolypses, it seems."
Faith, showing her usually absent softer side, settled farther in her chair and sighed.
"That, I don't think either of us can answer," she said, looking at Tara, who agreed. "You're just going to have to find the right time and place. And soon girlfriend," Faith said, reverting to her silly state, "because you feel like you're about to pop!"
Promptly swatting Faith and glaring at Tara for the giggles she was currently emitting, Buffy climbed out from between the two and settled back in her seat. She tried to ignore Faith and Tara, who were still in a state of laughter. Sending them another pattented Buffy glare, she turned her attention back to the knots. Seeing that her best friend was back, Willow removed her headphones.
"What was that all about?"
Turning red, Buffy was at a loss for words, and searched quickly for a coverup.
"Nothing, Faith was just... helping me with these," Buffy lied, showing Willow the headphones. "You never told me," She continued, trying to change the subject, "What did Giles say when you called?"
Waving her hand over the headphones, Willow quickly ridded the cord of the offending knots. "He said that he would join us in New York. He was afraid of this; he had a feeling that we hadn't completely taken care of The First. Looks like he was right," Willow offered. "He said to just keep researching until he gets there, and to contact the detective we spoke with as soon as possible." Willow sighed, looking out the window then back at Buffy. "Looks like we have another apocolypse on our hands."
Buffy nodded. "Apocolypse, here we come."
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Post by Finaddict on Apr 20, 2006 17:19:03 GMT -5
glad to see another chapter..it was worth the wait...
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