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 8-
Safe? Buffy rolled over
in bed. She hugged the sheets closer to her chin. They smelled fresh and clean.
She kept her eyes closed, reluctant to face the world. She wished she could
escape for awhile. Even in her dreams she couldn’t rest. She needed a break. Can we rest
now? Buffy . . . Can we rest? Her green eyes
flew open. She abruptly sat up. She rested her face in her hands for a moment.
Then she quickly got out of bed and tore off her clothes. She went into the
bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped in, letting the spray hit her
front. She kept the water cold, savoring the sting. Buffy couldn’t
be sure, but she might have let a tear or two escape her eyes. She stood under
the gush for a long time before washing. Finally she
turned the knob to off and got out. The mirror was misted over. She didn’t
bother clearing it as she combed her hair and brushed her teeth. The hotel
towel was small, but it fit around her tiny frame. As she rummaged through her
suitcase for an outfit she called into the adjoining room. “Dawnie, you
awake!?” There was no
answer. Buffy pulled
on a red long-sleeved shirt. She buttoned her corduroy pants and headed to the
door that led to Dawn’s room. She opened it and walked through. “Dawn?” The bed was
neatly made. Buffy wrinkled her brow. If Dawn had slept in it last night it was
very un-Dawn-like for her to tidy it up afterward. Maybe the maid had arrived
early. The slayer
headed to the bathroom. It was dark and empty. Alarmed, Buffy
searched the room for any hint of Dawn’s whereabouts. There was no sign of a
struggle, which calmed her a bit. Just ‘a bit’. She discovered a folded piece
of paper on the nightstand. She snatched it up. Buffy, You
probably hate me right now. Don’ t . I’m doing this for you. I figure if you
can make it for months alone in LA I can make it for a few days. I’ll call you
as soon as I get there. Don’ t panic. Everything will be all right. I’ll bring
him back to you. Tell Willow
I’m sorry, but I couldn’ t wait. This is something that needs to be taken care
of now. Your sis, Dawn Buffy hastily
folded the letter back up. She stuffed it into her pocket. That girl!! Buffy exited
the room, slamming the door on her way out. ************************* Willow stood
before her students. A table was before her with a row of candles. The girls
were watching her intently, jotting down notes. Lifting a red
candle, Willow said, “ Okay, red represents love. It can also be used for the
southern cardinal point.” A girl in the
back raised her hand. She was tall with long white hair. She was often shy, so
Willow was pleased that she was participating. “Yes,
Candace?” “A-Are love
spells wrong?” Willow set the
candle down. “They can be. It depends how you do them. It is wrong to mess with
people’s minds. You shouldn’t force someone to feel something they don’t. Or
forget a breakup you had. The wording is the important thing. I recommend
enhancing your special someone’s senses toward you. For example, you could wear
a pouch with lavender for attraction. Or, open their eyes to notice you. But
don’t mess with their free will. Remember the karma rule. Whatever you send out
comes back to you times three.” The teacher
held up the gold candle. “Now, gold can be used for prosperity or health. It
can also -” Willow didn’t
get to finish. She was interrupted by Buffy. The slayer stormed into the
classroom. She stalked up to Willow, scowl on her face. Willow put her
prop back on the table. “B-Buffy? I’m in the middle of a class.” “Right now,
Willow, I don’t care,” Buffy said. She brought out the crumpled letter Dawn had
wrote. “My sister is gone. I have a feeling you know why.” Incredulously,
Willow took the letter. She scanned over the words, her expression darkening.
When she was finished she glanced up at the twenty girls. They watched the scene
with interest. “Class is
dismissed,” Willow announced. The newly
risen slayers jumped at that. They gathered their things and filed out. Willow handed
the letter back to her friend. “Dawn and I were worried. She said you haven’t
been sleeping peacefully.” Buffy didn’t
respond. She waited for the witch to continue. “We did a
spell.” Of course,
Buffy thought. Every problem that revolved around Willow began with a spell. “I thought you
had learned your lesson!” Buffy yelled. “What happened this time?” “Buffy,”
Willow calmly said, “It wasn’t anything I swear. All I did was meditate to see
where Spike’s soul went. That’s all.” Buffy sunk
into a wooden desk. “Spike?” “I couldn’t
find him. Dawn thought he might be a ghost here on earth so I checked. I . . .
I found something, Buffy. I detected him in Los Angeles.” “Los Angeles,”
Buffy muttered. “I told her
we’d discuss what to do. I didn’t think she’d rush off and try to find him on
her own. God, Buffy, I’m sorry. I should have stayed with her. I should . . .” Buffy met
Willow’s eyes. She swallowed. “It isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have blamed
you.” Buffy rubbed
her temples. “What if she gets into trouble? She’s only sixteen years old. I
know I ran off when I was the same age, but I’m the slayer.” Her voice caught.
“What if something happens to her?” “It won’t,”
Willow assured her. “How do you
know?” Buffy asked. “Because we
won’t let it. We’re going to go find her and bring her home.” A small smile
formed on Buffy’s lips. “Thanks, Will.” Willow came forward
and took her friend’s hand. She squeezed it. “And if Spike
is really out there we’ll find him too,” Willow told her. Buffy’s smile
wobbled. ************************* Angel stopped
dead a foot away from the hospital bed. She looked peaceful, as if she were
only sleeping. Other than her pallid skin she seemed healthy. “There are
strict orders to keep Eve out of this building. She won’t touch you again. I
swear,” he vowed. Angel moved to
Cordelia’s side. His arms slid under her body, lifting her off the bed. She was
light. The coma had made her lose weight that she didn’t need to shed. He
cradled her to him, carrying her out into the hall. A nurse
intercepted his retreat. “Mr. Angel, what are you doing!? Ms. Chase is admitted
to our care.” “Not anymore,”
Angel said. “She’s under my care now. No one else is to touch her.” His tone made
the nurse step aside. Angel continued through the infirmary. He made his way to
his quarters. He locked the door behind him and then brought his cargo to the
bed. The vampire
settled Cordelia gently down. He tucked her snugly under the thick blankets. “You’re safe
now, Cordy,” he whispered. ************************ Dawn sat near
a window. She wished trains gave out packets of peanuts like airplanes. Or
maybe some did, but this one didn’t. Anyway, she was hungry. Why hadn’t she
thought of grabbing some snacks before venturing out? Oh well, she could wait a
couple more hours to eat. Dawn got out
her novel and began to read. She hadn’t even finished a page when someone spoke.
“The Scarlet
Letter?” She lowered
the book. “It’s for English,” she clarified. A boy, older
than her by two or three years, stood in the aisle. He had a white book bag
slung over his right shoulder. He wore blue jeans that were slightly baggy and a
gray t-shirt. His hair was longish, falling into his dark eyes. He gave her a
lop-sided smile. “Can I sit?” “I don’t know.
Can you?” The boy
chuckled. “ ’May’ I sit across from you?” She shrugged.
“Sure.” Her heart sped
up as he settled down in the seat across from her. God, he was good-looking. The train
began to move. Dawn gazed out the window, watching as they sped out of the
station. “So, why are
you on a train by yourself?” the boy asked. “I . . . I’m
surprising a friend in LA.” Not lying, but not telling the whole truth. “What
about you?” “I’m going
home. I was at college, but I dropped out.” “You dropped
out?” Dawn didn’t think he looked like the type to give up on education. “Just from
Notre Dame. I want to transfer to a school closer to home.” “Oh.” Dawn
smiled. “I understand. Family is important.” “Yeah, it is,”
he agreed. “I’m Dawn,”
she offered. “Conner.” ____________________________________________ I assume
Conner is going by Conner and not Steven with his made-up family. It never said
on Angel. Or at least, I don’t remember it doing so. |