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skylar0graceTitle: Where We Began (Fractured Hearts Trilogy – Part One).
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete; Multi-Chaptered.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The greatest challenge of their lives is about to begin.
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Notes: Set after ‘Chosen’ of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and during Season Three of Supernatural.
“Hello?” yelled Sam into the darkness.
When he had gotten back to the top of the tunnel neither Dean nor Buffy was there. Yelling ‘hello?’ into the darkness probably wasn’t the best idea but he had waited and they hadn’t returned. If they had gotten into some sort of trouble, they may need his help. He didn’t know which tunnel to choose, so he chose the tunnel Buffy went down.
“Hello?”
“Sam!” he heard Dean call out.
Sam pointed his torch down the tunnel and saw another light bounce up and down as Dean and Buffy come running down the tunnel toward him. They both looked flustered.
“What’s wrong?” Sam called out as they ran toward him. Dean stopped just short of Sam and Buffy pulled up beside him.
“Nothing,” Dean replied. “You called out, so we thought something was wrong with you.”
“Well, I waited at the entrance but you two didn’t show. Did you find anything?”
Dean and Buffy both paused, neither looking at the other before Buffy quietly said, “No.”
Sam’s brow furrowed but he didn’t have time to question them further. “Well, I have.”
He led them the short distance back down the main tunnel and into the one he had come from. When he got to the spot, he just pointed his torch while Dean leaned in to examine what he was pointing at.
“These are used to control spirits,” Sam explained to Buffy, “Though there are a couple of things there that I don’t recognise.” Sam pointed the torch at them and Buffy took a picture with her mobile.
The drive back was uncomfortably quiet. Dean focused on the road ahead, while Buffy just looked out of the window. Sam shuffled in his seat uneasily. He glanced at both of them but neither looked back. When they arrived at the house, Buffy mumbled something about calling Giles and almost ran from the car. Dean chose to get out slowly. As he put his hand on the door handle, Sam stopped him.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Dean paused and looked over at Sam. “What do you mean?”
“I’m talking about the freezer that developed in here on the way back.” Sam pointed out. “What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did anything?” Dean said angrily.
“Look, stop arguing with her. She seems like a nice person. She might even be able to save you Dean.”
“I didn’t argue with her,” Dean yelled back.
Sam’s mind furiously raced trying to put together the pieces. Suddenly his eyes widened in realisation.
“You didn’t!” he exclaimed. Dean rolled his eyes and got out of the car. Sam quickly got out and ran around the front of the car. “You made a move on her?!”
“It wasn’t like that!” Dean said forcefully. “Leave it be, Sam.”
Dean strode off around the side of the house to the backyard as Sam shook his head and walked through the front door. Buffy was sitting in the lounge room with her laptop open on the coffee table. Her phone was open beside it and a voice was filtering through.
“Just send me the photo and I can tell you what you are looking at here,” said a female voice.
“Thanks Will,” Buffy replied. “Have you got it now?” There was a pause.
“Yep, I have it!” Willow announced. Her voice turned grave. “I’ll have to get back to you, Buffy. I’m not sure about what I am seeing so I am going to ask Deborah.”
“That doesn’t sound good Will,” Buffy said, pressing her friend for information.
“Well if it is what I think it is, it’s not,” Willow said solemnly. “Give me time and I’ll get back to you. Bye.”
There was a small click and Buffy closed her phone and shut down the computer. She looked up at Sam and smiled.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
“Of course, why?”
“Well, you were a little quiet on the way home. I thought something might be wrong.”
Buffy stood up and walked into the kitchen. “No, everything is fine. Where’s Dean?” she casually asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
Sam noticed her casual air as she asked the question. A little too casual, he thought.
“He’s outside,” he said, pointing out of the kitchen window. She gave a quick glance outside.
“Willow will get back to me soon. What do you want to do for dinner?” she asked. “Is pizza alright?”
At that moment, Dean opened the back door. Hoping to slip in unnoticed, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a full kitchen. He gave a furtive glance in Buffy’s direction and closed the door.
“Any news?” he asked Sam. Sam gave a half smile.
“We’re waiting. And while we’re waiting, we’ll have dinner.”
Buffy was starting to feel nervous. “You know, guys, you don’t have to stay. I’m sure I can handle whatever is here, so you can move onto something else, if you want.” she babbled.
She looked over at Dean and noticed he seemed relieved. She felt the pit of her stomach drop, though she wasn’t sure why. She was surprised by Sam’s response.
“No, I think we’ll stay.” Dean glared at Sam. He didn’t know what exactly had happened between Dean and Buffy but he wasn’t letting Dean run on this. Sam just smiled and turned to Buffy. “We started this with you and we’ll finish it with you.”
~
After the pizza had arrived and been consumed, Buffy went into her room, changed into her tracksuit, grabbed her mp3 player and announced she was going for a run. She needed to clear her head and there still hadn’t been any news from Willow. Sam had asked her if she needed company, but she had declined. Running was a great release for her. She ran hard until her muscles were screaming for a break. She pushed a little further and then began to slow her pace. She couldn’t figure out what was going on with her and Dean. ‘You’ve only known him a day,’ she scolded herself but she couldn’t really believe it.
Her thoughts turned to the men that had been in her life. She had been in love with Angel and she had loved Spike but with them she had always known, deep down, that no matter how much chemistry or love there was, it would never be, because she would grow old and die and they would stay young forever. When Angel had told her, all those years ago, that she would one day grow to resent him, she hadn’t wanted to believe him. Eventually she had come to see the truth in it and it had caused a tear in her heart, one she wasn’t sure could be repaired.
When she had been with Riley, she knew she could finally have a future but she hadn’t been sure that it could have been with Riley. So he had left. But with Dean, she could have a future. He knew what she did for a living, knew the dangers, fought them himself…she stopped her train of thought. ‘No,’ she dismissed, ‘you don’t even know him so you can’t be falling in love with him. Anyway, he’ll be dead in a year.’ When she remembered this, her face fell and she felt a deep sense of loss. She cleared her mind, focused on her music and began to run back to the safe house.
~
Dean was sitting outside on a bench next to a small pond. If he could have chosen anywhere, this would have been one of the last places. But here he was in the dark and away from Sam. Sam kept looking at him, as though trying to read his thoughts. If he didn’t know what he was thinking, he certainly didn’t want Sam to know first.
He had been lost in his thoughts for about 10 minutes when she ran in. She didn’t even see him and he stayed really still hoping she wouldn’t. Her tracksuit clung to the sweat on her body as she stretched; warming down from what had obviously a hard run. Even from the shadows, he could see that her cheeks glowed red and she was softly singing, so soft that he hadn’t heard it at first. ‘Maybe I'm wrong, won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong. This heart of mine has been hurt before, this time I wanna be sure.’ He smiled.
At that moment she stopped, as if she had sensed something and turned, seeing him. Knowing there was nothing he could do to hide he stood up and walked over to her. She looked like a roo caught in headlights. Slowly, she took her earphones out.
“Foreigner?” he asked, almost as if in disbelief.
“I like their music,” she stated. Buffy looked up into his hazel eyes and tried to read him but his face gave nothing away.
“I’m sorry,” they both said, at the same time. Buffy laughed nervously. They stood in silence for another minute, which seemed to drag on for an eternity.
“I should go inside,” Buffy said, breaking the silence. As she turned, she felt his hand on her arm.
“Wait,” he said with a small sigh.
She slowly turned around. He stared at her for another moment before placing his fingers on her chin and tilting it up. He brought his mouth towards hers, enveloping her in a kiss. It was a soft, slow kiss that seemed to last forever and made her legs feel like jelly. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. She opened her eyes to see him staring into them. He had a small grin on his face.
“I guess we’re even now, aren’t we?” he asked. She smiled sheepishly.
“I’d better get inside,” she returned, turning towards the house.
As her hand reached for the doorknob, she realised she had a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even notice Sam standing in the kitchen as she walked into the house and down to her room.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete; Multi-Chaptered.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The greatest challenge of their lives is about to begin.
Spoilers: All of ‘Supernatural’ and ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.
Disclaimer: ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Notes: Set after ‘Chosen’ of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and during Season Three of Supernatural.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3
Chapter Four
Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved – William Jennings Bryan
Chapter Four
Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved – William Jennings Bryan
“Hello?” yelled Sam into the darkness.
When he had gotten back to the top of the tunnel neither Dean nor Buffy was there. Yelling ‘hello?’ into the darkness probably wasn’t the best idea but he had waited and they hadn’t returned. If they had gotten into some sort of trouble, they may need his help. He didn’t know which tunnel to choose, so he chose the tunnel Buffy went down.
“Hello?”
“Sam!” he heard Dean call out.
Sam pointed his torch down the tunnel and saw another light bounce up and down as Dean and Buffy come running down the tunnel toward him. They both looked flustered.
“What’s wrong?” Sam called out as they ran toward him. Dean stopped just short of Sam and Buffy pulled up beside him.
“Nothing,” Dean replied. “You called out, so we thought something was wrong with you.”
“Well, I waited at the entrance but you two didn’t show. Did you find anything?”
Dean and Buffy both paused, neither looking at the other before Buffy quietly said, “No.”
Sam’s brow furrowed but he didn’t have time to question them further. “Well, I have.”
He led them the short distance back down the main tunnel and into the one he had come from. When he got to the spot, he just pointed his torch while Dean leaned in to examine what he was pointing at.
“These are used to control spirits,” Sam explained to Buffy, “Though there are a couple of things there that I don’t recognise.” Sam pointed the torch at them and Buffy took a picture with her mobile.
The drive back was uncomfortably quiet. Dean focused on the road ahead, while Buffy just looked out of the window. Sam shuffled in his seat uneasily. He glanced at both of them but neither looked back. When they arrived at the house, Buffy mumbled something about calling Giles and almost ran from the car. Dean chose to get out slowly. As he put his hand on the door handle, Sam stopped him.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Dean paused and looked over at Sam. “What do you mean?”
“I’m talking about the freezer that developed in here on the way back.” Sam pointed out. “What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did anything?” Dean said angrily.
“Look, stop arguing with her. She seems like a nice person. She might even be able to save you Dean.”
“I didn’t argue with her,” Dean yelled back.
Sam’s mind furiously raced trying to put together the pieces. Suddenly his eyes widened in realisation.
“You didn’t!” he exclaimed. Dean rolled his eyes and got out of the car. Sam quickly got out and ran around the front of the car. “You made a move on her?!”
“It wasn’t like that!” Dean said forcefully. “Leave it be, Sam.”
Dean strode off around the side of the house to the backyard as Sam shook his head and walked through the front door. Buffy was sitting in the lounge room with her laptop open on the coffee table. Her phone was open beside it and a voice was filtering through.
“Just send me the photo and I can tell you what you are looking at here,” said a female voice.
“Thanks Will,” Buffy replied. “Have you got it now?” There was a pause.
“Yep, I have it!” Willow announced. Her voice turned grave. “I’ll have to get back to you, Buffy. I’m not sure about what I am seeing so I am going to ask Deborah.”
“That doesn’t sound good Will,” Buffy said, pressing her friend for information.
“Well if it is what I think it is, it’s not,” Willow said solemnly. “Give me time and I’ll get back to you. Bye.”
There was a small click and Buffy closed her phone and shut down the computer. She looked up at Sam and smiled.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
“Of course, why?”
“Well, you were a little quiet on the way home. I thought something might be wrong.”
Buffy stood up and walked into the kitchen. “No, everything is fine. Where’s Dean?” she casually asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
Sam noticed her casual air as she asked the question. A little too casual, he thought.
“He’s outside,” he said, pointing out of the kitchen window. She gave a quick glance outside.
“Willow will get back to me soon. What do you want to do for dinner?” she asked. “Is pizza alright?”
At that moment, Dean opened the back door. Hoping to slip in unnoticed, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a full kitchen. He gave a furtive glance in Buffy’s direction and closed the door.
“Any news?” he asked Sam. Sam gave a half smile.
“We’re waiting. And while we’re waiting, we’ll have dinner.”
Buffy was starting to feel nervous. “You know, guys, you don’t have to stay. I’m sure I can handle whatever is here, so you can move onto something else, if you want.” she babbled.
She looked over at Dean and noticed he seemed relieved. She felt the pit of her stomach drop, though she wasn’t sure why. She was surprised by Sam’s response.
“No, I think we’ll stay.” Dean glared at Sam. He didn’t know what exactly had happened between Dean and Buffy but he wasn’t letting Dean run on this. Sam just smiled and turned to Buffy. “We started this with you and we’ll finish it with you.”
~
After the pizza had arrived and been consumed, Buffy went into her room, changed into her tracksuit, grabbed her mp3 player and announced she was going for a run. She needed to clear her head and there still hadn’t been any news from Willow. Sam had asked her if she needed company, but she had declined. Running was a great release for her. She ran hard until her muscles were screaming for a break. She pushed a little further and then began to slow her pace. She couldn’t figure out what was going on with her and Dean. ‘You’ve only known him a day,’ she scolded herself but she couldn’t really believe it.
Her thoughts turned to the men that had been in her life. She had been in love with Angel and she had loved Spike but with them she had always known, deep down, that no matter how much chemistry or love there was, it would never be, because she would grow old and die and they would stay young forever. When Angel had told her, all those years ago, that she would one day grow to resent him, she hadn’t wanted to believe him. Eventually she had come to see the truth in it and it had caused a tear in her heart, one she wasn’t sure could be repaired.
When she had been with Riley, she knew she could finally have a future but she hadn’t been sure that it could have been with Riley. So he had left. But with Dean, she could have a future. He knew what she did for a living, knew the dangers, fought them himself…she stopped her train of thought. ‘No,’ she dismissed, ‘you don’t even know him so you can’t be falling in love with him. Anyway, he’ll be dead in a year.’ When she remembered this, her face fell and she felt a deep sense of loss. She cleared her mind, focused on her music and began to run back to the safe house.
~
Dean was sitting outside on a bench next to a small pond. If he could have chosen anywhere, this would have been one of the last places. But here he was in the dark and away from Sam. Sam kept looking at him, as though trying to read his thoughts. If he didn’t know what he was thinking, he certainly didn’t want Sam to know first.
He had been lost in his thoughts for about 10 minutes when she ran in. She didn’t even see him and he stayed really still hoping she wouldn’t. Her tracksuit clung to the sweat on her body as she stretched; warming down from what had obviously a hard run. Even from the shadows, he could see that her cheeks glowed red and she was softly singing, so soft that he hadn’t heard it at first. ‘Maybe I'm wrong, won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong. This heart of mine has been hurt before, this time I wanna be sure.’ He smiled.
At that moment she stopped, as if she had sensed something and turned, seeing him. Knowing there was nothing he could do to hide he stood up and walked over to her. She looked like a roo caught in headlights. Slowly, she took her earphones out.
“Foreigner?” he asked, almost as if in disbelief.
“I like their music,” she stated. Buffy looked up into his hazel eyes and tried to read him but his face gave nothing away.
“I’m sorry,” they both said, at the same time. Buffy laughed nervously. They stood in silence for another minute, which seemed to drag on for an eternity.
“I should go inside,” Buffy said, breaking the silence. As she turned, she felt his hand on her arm.
“Wait,” he said with a small sigh.
She slowly turned around. He stared at her for another moment before placing his fingers on her chin and tilting it up. He brought his mouth towards hers, enveloping her in a kiss. It was a soft, slow kiss that seemed to last forever and made her legs feel like jelly. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. She opened her eyes to see him staring into them. He had a small grin on his face.
“I guess we’re even now, aren’t we?” he asked. She smiled sheepishly.
“I’d better get inside,” she returned, turning towards the house.
As her hand reached for the doorknob, she realised she had a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even notice Sam standing in the kitchen as she walked into the house and down to her room.
