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 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 Chapter 4-
Haunting From the Past Xander Harris
had just gotten done with a class. He was satisfied with the lesson. It had
gone well. It had been about losing a loved one. He had gotten through it
without shedding a tear, which was a great achievement. Each day that
passed became easier for Xander to get through. The thought of Anya still
created a lingering sorrow and regret, but he was also filled with pride. She
had truly been a miraculous woman. He wished he had done things differently. He
really should have married the ex-demon when he had the chance. The past was
past, though, and the present was what was now. There was nothing he could do
about that. He was on his
way to the lounge when he passed by Giles’s office. He bumped, literally, into
a woman exiting. “Ooops, clumsy
me. Sorry about that,” he apologized. “Xander?” He knew that
voice. It had been far too long since he’d heard it, and he had missed it
tremendously. “Buff? Good to
see you.” The two
friends shared a hug. Contented smiles formed on their lips. “I didn‘t
expect to see you until tonight,” he stated. “Yep, we got
here sooner than expected,” she replied. “Well, yay for
modern, zippy-fast flights.” They stepped
back, looking at each other. “How are
things on the Summers’ front?” Xander asked. Buffy tucked a
strand of hair behind her ear. Xander noticed that she had cut her hair and
gotten subtle high-lights. It now fell just to her shoulders and glowed with
the color of the sun. “ She nodded.
“Yeah. Full of amazing sites and many new words to learn.” Gesturing over
to the stairs, Xander suggested, “Why don’t we go sit on the steps and talk.” “Sure,” she
agreed. They settled
on the first two levels. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke. “Anything new
in Xander-land?” Buffy questioned. He shrugged.
“Oh, not much. Been teaching the next generation of Scoobs. They’re a pretty
promising bunch.” Buffy stared
off down the hall. She watched a girl around fifteen scurry around a corner. “Hey! Rachel!?”
Xander stood up. “Where are you off to?” The girl
slowed and turned around. “I have to go to my locker,” she informed. “Did you get
permission?” “Yeah,” Rachel
answered. “Ms. Rosenberg always lets us.” Xander nodded.
“Okay. But straight there and back, okay? And at a slower pace.” “Thanks, Mr.
Harris.” Rachel continued away towards her locker. The brunette
sighed and sat back down. He heard a giggle and looked over to see Buffy with a
hand over her mouth. “What?” Buffy removed
her hand, grinning. “Mr. Harris? Ms. Rosenberg? It is so unreal.” He smiled
back. “Pretty weird, huh?” “Totally
wiggish. Remember when we were so against authority? I even cut class.” “Sometimes I
miss it,” Xander admitted. “Not the almost dying part. But the other stuff. We
were always together back then.” The slayer
reached out and took her best friend’s hand. “I miss you
too, Xan.” After a moment she added, “Things sure have changed. Who’d have
thought things would have turned out like this.” Neither said
anything for a long time. Xander glanced around at his surroundings. He was
happy where he was. But sometimes he wondered if he would have been happier if
he had followed his intended path. He could have had a wife. He could have had
Anya Alexander Harris. If only for a little while. Now it was too late. *********************** Some vacation,
Dawn thought. She was stuck in the hotel room doing homework. School had let
her take time off, but they sent a nice stack of papers and books her way. The teenager
let out a grunt of frustration. She slammed her book shut. She needed a break
from WWII. All this thinking was giving her a headache. Dawn got up
from the small couch and headed to the small refrigerator. She opened it to
grab a Pepsi. All of a sudden Dawn heard commotion from the adjoining room. Her pop no
longer her main concern, she put the can down. Then she hurried over to the
door. She cracked it open. “Buffy?” She peered
into the dark room to see her sister tossing on the bed. Oh no, Dawn thought,
not another nightmare. Her sister hardly got any restful sleep anymore. She was
torn between waking up her sister or leaving her be. There was a
faint murmur. Dawn listened closely. “Spike.” Dawn’s eyes
widened. This was bad. Buffy let out
a sob. “No.” Dawn shut the
door. She leaned against it for a moment. There had to be something she could
do. Buffy couldn’t go on like this. She went over
to the nightstand and picked up the phone. She dialed the number that Buffy had
given her for the slayer school. It wasn’t long before an unfamiliar someone
answered. “I need to
speak with Willow Rosenberg,” Dawn said. “Ms. Rosenberg
is with a class at the moment. May I take a message?” “Yes. Tell her
that Dawn called and it is important that I talk to her.” Dawn hung up
the phone. She sat on the floor, near the door disconnecting her from Buffy.
She could still hear her sister’s discomforting sounds. It wasn’t long before
she drifted off, waiting for *********************** Dawn awoke to
pounding. Groggily, she answered the door to find “Dawnie, the
receptionist told me you called,” Dawn let the
witch inside her hotel room. “It’s Buffy,”
Dawn said. “She keeps having disturbing dreams about Spike.” A frown marred
Willow’s face. “I used to have . . . When Tara died . . .” “This is
different, Willow. It’s . . . It’s eating her away inside. There must be
something you can do. A sleep spell. Can you do that?” Willow took a
moment to ponder the concept. “I might be able to make a tea to help her relax
at night.” “That’s it? A
tea? Will it stop her pain?” “Dawnie. . .?
Buffy has to grieve.” “I know!” Dawn
exclaimed. “But not like this. There has to be something we can do.” Suddenly a
frightening idea came over Dawn. No, she thought. We can’t go there again. But
. . . Dawn met
Willow’s gaze straight on. “Bring him back.” “Wh-What?” “Bring Spike
back to life.” “Yes you can.
You brought Buffy back.” “And it went
horribly wrong. She was in heaven, Dawnie. What if Spike’s in heaven? He might
be a vampire, but he saved the world.” Crossing her
arms, Dawn said, “Well, we’ll make sure he’s not. There must be a spell to find
out, right? Right?” The look on
Dawn’s face was full of begging. Willow realized then that Dawn wasn’t pleading
just for Buffy. She wanted Spike back too. Willow felt her chest ache. These
two girls really loved Spike. “All right,”
Willow gave in. “We’ll see where he is. But I’m not committing myself to
anything else. One step at a time.” Dawn gave
Willow an enthusiastic hug. “Thank-you, Thank-you!” “If he’s in
heaven it’ll ease Buffy’s mind,” Willow assured the younger girl. “If he’s not.
. . I’ll think about it. But I can’t promise anything, all right?” Dawn nodded.
“Okay.” ________________________________________________________ Sorry no
Spike. There will be lots of him later. I promise. |
