Lost and Found

Rated- PG13 (there might be some NC17 parts posted separately)

Spoilers- Buffy: Chosen, Angel: Soul Purpose

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

Dawn decided she liked this Conner guy. It wasn’t just that he was nice. There was something else about him. She got this feeling from him. Like, if she told him her whole life story he wouldn’t run away. Which was crazy really. Anybody normal would. And Conner seemed normal. . . But that wasn’t saying much, she had to remind herself.

She leaned back in her seat. She was reading her book again, into the third chapter. Conner was taking a nap. They had talked for awhile about unimportant tidbits before he had yawned, declaring how exhausted he was. He had been busy getting ready for his journey home and had neglected to get some shut-eye.

Every once in awhile Dawn would glance up from her novel. She’d smile at the sight of the sleeping male across from her. He was so cute. He was using his backpack as a pillow, his hair slightly mussed.

Suddenly Dawn’s ears caught Conner muttering. She listened carefully. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

Conner’s eyes opened and he sprung up. He seemed alarmed, his gaze shooting all over the place.

“Are you all right?” Dawn asked with concern.

He relaxed a little. Then he nodded.

“Yeah. Nightmares,” he told her.

“Oh.”

“I get them a lot.”

Dawn shifted in her seat. “My sister has that problem. I only have them occasionally but when I do they’re pretty bad. When Buffy went away . . .”

“Buffy?”

“My sister.”

“She went away? Did she die?”

That made Dawn flinch. She took in a breath. “No. No. She just . . . left for awhile.”

“Oh.”

God, watch your mouth, Dawn scolded herself.

“What-What are they about?” Dawn found herself asking. “They seemed pretty . . . bad. “

He looked uncomfortable. “Yeah they are . . . I see things. Horrible things. Monstrous things.”

Dawn didn’t know what to say. She had faced many monstrous things, but what could you do about the inner-demons that ran in your dreams?

He had been so cheerful before. Moodiness covered his features now.

Conner ran a hand through his dark locks. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “They’re not real so . . .”

He never finished the sentence. Instead he turned his gaze to study the landscape outside the window.

Dawn stared, frowning.

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Lindsey was in a meadow of dandelions. What the hell? This was a very odd dream. He never dreamt of sunshine and flowers. His sleep was plagued with vampires, demons, and meddling lawyers.

How did he know this was a dream anyway? That never happened before either.

“Hello, Lindsey.”

That voice. . . No, it couldn’t be.

Slowly, he turned around. There before him stood the last person he ever expected to see again. Darla. He froze in shock.

She was different. She was smiling. And not in that sinful way she had before. This was sweet and innocent. Her hair fell down her shoulders in gentle waves, a couple strands blowing up into the wind. She wore a long, silken, white dress. She was beautiful.

“Darla.” It was the only logical thing he could process.

Her smile grew larger. “It is nice to see you again.”

She moved toward him. Just before she could reach him he took a step back.

“You’re dead,” he said.

It was then that he realized they were out in the afternoon. The sun beamed down on her flawless, creamy skin. Sensing his thoughts she looked up at the clear blue sky.

“Nothing is real,” she stated. She lowered her eyes to land on him. “Except me. My body isn‘t here, but my spirit is.”

Something sprung up in his chest. This isn’t Darla, he realized. It can’t be. This isn’t her.

“I’ve been sent to help you.”

He took another step back. “I don’t need help.”

Her mouth fell into a line. “Don’t get lost, Lindsey. It is hard to find your way back.”

He let out a choked laugh. Fuck.

“What is this? You aren’t Darla. Who are you?”

“I’m Darla. Part of her anyway. Please . . .” She held out her right hand. “Don’t get lost like I did.”

Involuntarily he took her hand. Her face glowed. She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“I really did miss you.”

Then she kissed his cheek.

A strong wind abruptly forced them apart. Their hands slipped out of their joining.

“No! Get away! Leave!” Darla shouted.

The sky was brimming with storm clouds. They grew darker and darker. The only light came from the lightning that crackled now and then.

Thunder roared in his ears, along with Darla’s protests.

And then, as a line of electricity streaked above, Lindsey caught a glimpse of someone else. Eve. She faced off with Darla, a menacing expression on her face.

“He’s mine,” Eve declared.

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Lindsey jolted awake. He took in a breath.

Harmony hovered over him. She had her arms crossed, annoyed. “I can’t believe you fell asleep. Can’t you at least try to make an itsy bitsy attempt to escape?”

Lindsey ignored her. He was too busy trying to reason out his encounter with a dead woman he had loved.

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Faith was waiting for Buffy outside Giles’s office.

“LA, huh?”

“I have to.”

The dark-haired slayer nodded. “Yeah. Heard little sister ran off.”

Buffy sighed. “You heard right.”

“Need some help?”

“Willow is going with.”

“Need anymore help?”

Buffy eyed Faith for a moment. “You want to come? Why?”

“I need to get out of this joint for awhile. Too many walls. Do you understand?”

The story with Faith and Robin wasn’t a secret. Buffy had been well-informed about the break-up. The hurt was hidden well by Faith, but the blonde could detect it just the same. She knew because she was adept for doing the same thing.

“Besides,” Faith added,” Wouldn’t mind lookin up this friend I know. You might know him. Broody vamp? Likes to torture himself cuz of this soul?”

A small smile tugged at Buffy’s lips.

“Fine. But you have to find a way to pay for your own ticket,” Buffy said.

“No problem, B. I’m covered. You don’t think I bust my ass off for a bunch of teenagers for nothin, do you?”

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The plane took off right on time. Buffy was thankful for that.

She clutched the arms of her seat, her back straight, staring in front of her.

“Buffy?”

Buffy turned toward Willow. The red-head had a seat right next to her, near the window.

“Huh?”

“Relax.”

Buffy leaned back and closed her eyes. Her eyes immediately popped back open.

“I’d love to, Will. I’d love to. But you know I can’t.”

Willow reached over and took her friend’s hand. Buffy gently squeezed back.

“There’s never any rest for us, is there?”

“I thought. . .” Buffy frowned. Her sentence died. “No. Never.”

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There you go. Hope you enjoyed. And hope you enjoyed the Angel ep last night as well. Only 5 more episodes left. I think I might cry.