Lost and Found Rated- PG13
(there might be some NC17 parts posted separately) Spoilers-
Buffy: Summary- I’m
fixing everything Joss messed up. How? With a spell, a ghost, some visions, an
awakening, and a revised prophecy. Still don't know what this is about? Well,
then read it and find out. B/S, A/X, A/C, D/C, and maybe F/W (that’s Faith and
Wes. What do you think?) Disclaimer- I
don’t own Buffy or Angel. If I did I wouldn’t have to write this story Warning- There
is bad language in this part. Chapter 3-
Life . . . And Afterlife Sucks Somehow
Lindsey made it back to his apartment. In a daze, he entered his darkened home.
He found Eve waiting for him on the bed. She immediately got up to meet him. “How’d it go,
’Doyle’?” she asked, putting her arms around him. Her touch made
him shiver, and not in a turned on way. He disbanded her. “It went
well,” he lied. “What should
we set lose next time? Maybe a Palara.” The girl in
the vision flashed through his brain. He shut his eyes and turned away. She was
fresh in his mind. Innocent, young, and unaware of the lurking evil. Then the
demon attacked. He had tasted her fear. She didn’t want to die. She had a lot
of things she wanted to do in life. She was engaged to be married. “Hey, are you
all right?” Eve’s voice
hit him like ice. “You should
go, Eve,” Lindsey told her. She didn’t
answer at first. She placed a hand on his shoulder, but quickly removed it. “Sure,” she
said. “Get some rest. I think you need it. We’ll meet tomorrow to discus
Spike’s next mission.” He didn’t
respond. He listened to her retreat before opening his eyes. All he saw was the
shadows looming around him. Maybe Eve was right. Sleep sounded good. Lindsey shed
his clothing and got into bed. Before drifting off he made a decision. So what
if the powers wanted to get back at him with a few real visions? That didn’t
mean anything. He would simply ignore them. It took a lot more than that to
make him moral and a dignified citizen. There were too many people to worry
about. Why even bother? He only had one priority and that was himself. He would get
back at Wolfram and Hart. Angel being the head boss was just a bonus. ********************** It sucked
being a ghost. Her new status was boring and very frustrating. Anya was a
material girl and she couldn’t even touch anything. She watched
the cashier deal out two twenties to a middle-aged customer. A sigh escaped
her. She remembered the feel of the bills in her hands. The texture, the smell.
. . Oh how she missed it. Anya knew that
loitering in a Wal-Mart could lead to nothing good. It brought up too many
nostalgic memories of retail. “Get out!” a
malicious voice shouted. Anya glanced
around. Her eyes landed on a man, maybe in his thirties. He was staring straight
at her. She gaped, awed. Someone could see her! “Hey, you can
see me!?” she exclaimed. “Of course I
can see you. Now get out,” he demanded. “But why?” “This is my
haunt. Now get out.” Disappointment
came over her. He was a ghost too. It hit her like a knife. “You’re the
ghost of Wal-Mart?” The thought of it was absurd. “Yes, and this
place isn’t big enough for the two of us. Go find your own place to haunt.” “Where do you
suggest?” Anya asked. “I’m very familiar with the demon hang-outs, but I don’t
know much about ghost dwellings.” The other
ghost shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you go to where you died? Lots of
spirits haunt their burial ground,” he offered. Anya shook her
head. “I died in Sunnydale. It’s a big crater now. That’s why I left.” The ghost
smiled. “Sucks to be you then.” He began to walk away. “Hey! Aren’t
you going to help me!?” He didn’t
answer. She watched as he passed the women’s clothing section. He reached out
and knocked down a few blue sweaters. Her eyes bugged out. “How’d you do
that!?” she shouted. He continued
to walk away. “Hey! Hey!” He never
turned back. Anya left the Wal-Mart in defeat. Come on, Ahn,
think. You can get yourself out of this mess. There has to be someone who can
help you. Too bad she had no idea where the gang went. She might have been able
to make a connection with There just had
to be somebody living she could make contact with. . . Or even the undead. ********************** Damnit, Faith
was not going to cry. Robin had been good for a screw . . . She thought for a
moment. Okay, fifteen screws. But now it was over. He’d decided
to accept that school principal offer in It was all
right. Faith wasn’t emotionally involved. She never got emotionally involved.
It was just a good time. When you got emotionally involved . . . Fuck, she was
crying. This was why
she had agreed not to feel beyond the physical sense with men. They were
unreliable. They left. Poor B. That
girl had a lousy piece of luck. She had found the one male in all the galaxy
who would stay, and he had to up and die on her. Fucking unfair, that’s what it
was. She needed to
get her mind off stuff. Work. Work helped. Maybe there was some slayer who
needed help with a move. She’d ask Giles for something to do, but Mr. Bookworm
would most likely give her something involving research. That notion made her
shutter. No thank-you. The
dark-haired slayer exited her room. She hoped she looked okay. She had made
sure to splash water in her eyes before going public. She hadn’t paid attention
to her hair and clothing, though. She glanced down at herself. Tight white
pants and shirt. Okay, that passed inspection. She ran a hand through her hair.
A few tangles, but not bad. The school was
unusually quiet. Normally it was echoing with teenage laughter. Did someone
take them on a field-trip? Faith glanced
at her watch. What? It was two in the morning already? Shit, everyone was
asleep. That’s just great. Okay, if there
was nothing to do here she’d just go out. The cemetery must be crawling with
vamps. Hopefully. She was making
her way to the main doors when she spotted movement. As she neared, the figure
came into focus. “B? Is that
you?” “Faith?” “That’s me.
What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t due until tomorrow afternoon.” “Was. We got
here a tad bit sooner. Dawn and Thea, the new slayer, are at the hotel. I
couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d come check out the council/slayer boarding school
digs. Figured someone would be awake.” Faith smiled.
“I am. Though, I think most aren’t. God, B, it’s good to see you.” The other
slayer offered a forced smile. “How ya doing?” “You know,
five-by-five,” Faith lied. “You?” “Five-by-five,”
Buffy said. They stared
each other in the eye, not fooling each other. “Want a tour?”
Faith offered. “That’d be
great.” The ex-rogue
led Buffy through the large building. She indicated the bathroom and water
fountain. They came to a room. Faith opened the door. “This is the
magic room,” she informed. Buffy peeked
her head in. She couldn’t help the amazement that filled her. “Wow,” she
murmured. The room was
filled with a circle of desks. In the middle was a rug displaying the pentagram
symbol. There were bookcases with spell books. A whiteboard was at the head of
the room, with names of pagan gods. Buffy also noticed a few posters. She read
one by the door that showed the phases of the moon. “So, “Not really,”
Faith told her. She shut the door as Buffy stepped back. “She teaches witches
who want to aid slayers. Although, I admit there are a couple slayers who
signed up for the class.” They continued
down the hall. Another door came into sight. Room 33, Professor Harris. “What does
Xander teach? Last time I heard he was undecided.” “It was “Very
fitting.” Faith’s mouth
tugged up. “Isn’t it?” Moving on,
Buffy frowned. “I sort of feel guilty,” she admitted. “What for?”
Faith questioned, confused. “For not
helping. I’m living in Faith stopped.
She spun. Her eyes were harsh. “Fuck, Buffy,”
Faith growled. “If anyone deserves that normal life it’s you. You’ve done
enough.” “Have I?” “God, how many
apocalypses have you ended? Six? Get over the guilt-trip. Now me . . .” Faith
pointed to herself. “I’ve far from done enough.” They stood
there in silence for a moment. Then they went on. Buffy saw the cafeteria and
indoor track. Faith gestured
to a door. “That’s Andrew’s room.” Andrew,
Watcher Initiation. “Oh, God, it’s
true,” Buffy commented. She laughed. “I was
skeptical too,” Faith said. “But it really isn’t a hard job. All he does is
interview watcher candidates. He checks their background history and gives them
a test.” Buffy
continued to laugh. “I guess everyone can do something useful.” They came to
the work-out center. “Major cool,” Buffy said. It was. There
was a balance beam, a horse, a vampire dummy, a few punching bags, and a
massive amount of free space. “Wanna try it
out?” Faith asked. Buffy jumped
at the chance. “Think you can take me?” Faith gave her
a wicked smirk. “I don’t see a fancy knife with you this time round.” The two slayers
went into the training area. They faced off, going into attack mode. Faith acted
first. She threw a few punches, which Buffy was ready for. The blonde
skillfully blocked them. Buffy kicked, but Faith jumped over her leg. They continued
on. Barely any fists or feet made contact, but they were able to let out their
aggravation. Eventually they both collapsed on the mats, exhausted. “You’ve gotten
better,” Buffy complimented. “Thanks,”
Faith replied. “Still
couldn’t take me in a real fight.” Faith chuckled.
“I dunno, depended on when I decided to spring.” Buffy tilted
her head to look at her. “Whatever.” Faith grinned.
“I’m pretty sure there were times when your legs didn’t even work right. I bet
Spike could dish it out all night. Am I right?” Abruptly, Buffy
got to her feet. “Hey, B . . .
“ Faith realized her mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to . . .” “No, I’m ok.
You can say his name.” “Still, B . .
.” “I said I’m
ok, all right,” Buffy said without feeling. “Thanks for the spar, Faith. I
think I’ll head back to the hotel now. Catch ya later.” Faith relaxed,
prone on the mat, and stared up at the rafters. If it wasn’t for the frequent
times that she got horny as hell, and even her hand couldn’t satisfy her, she’d
do away with men altogether. They were nothing but trouble. Even when they were
dead. _______________________________________________ I’m trying to
bring the Spuffy as fast as I can, but it is going to be a few more chapters. I
know how frustrating it is. The wait is worth it, though. Trust me. |