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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.
Buffy awoke to the sound of an annoying bug in her ear. She swatted, but still it was there. Opening her eyes, she vowed death to the culprit but all she saw was the screen on her phone lit up. Across the display was “Will”. Buffy quickly answered the phone.
“Hey Will. Good news?”
“Sorry Buff. Bad news. And I’m sorry for waking you. You have sleepy voice,” she said.
Buffy sat up. She shivered from the cold and pulled the doona closer around her. “Alright, let me have it. Whose butt do I have to kick now?” Buffy asked.
“I can’t tell you much, I’m afraid. You’ll have to use your detective skills there. But I’ll let you know now: my plane leaves in an hour. I’ll be there as soon as I can so don’t do anything on your own, okay?” Willow urged.
Buffy stiffened. “What’s wrong Will?”
Willow sighed. “I wasn’t sure so I had to ask around. See the stuff you found in the cave is mostly pretty basic stuff. But there were one or two items there which had me concerned. All this stuff individually doesn’t mean much, but together…” she trailed off.
“What does it do?”
“Well, based on what you told me about the Polgara, I’d say he, or she, summoned the demon. And I don’t mean in the usual way. They didn’t just send out a homing beacon. They sort of brought it forth. Whoever they are, they are very powerful. And they have covered their tracks. We can’t locate them. It is just sort of static; do you know what I mean?”
Buffy took a deep breath. “So what do I do?”
“Well, I can help you track and stuff once I get there. Maybe just a slice and dice job but if they use even half of the power that is required to pull this off, then you could be in trouble.”
“Alright,” Buffy resigned. “So, you’ll be here by this afternoon then?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
Buffy hung up the phone. She tried to sleep again but couldn’t get her brain to shut off now that she knew how great the danger seemed to be. She got out of bed, got dressed quickly and started getting ready to fight.
~
When Dean got up, he smelled coffee. He dressed and headed to the kitchen, following his nose. Coffee was brewing on the bench and Buffy was sitting at the table. She had a duffle bag open which had a scythe sticking out and she was picking at a stake.
“Morning,” said Dean, smiling over at her. She didn’t turn around.
“I need you to do me a favour,” she said. She held up a piece of paper with an address on it and a list of items. “Willow called me this morning to tell me what we’re up against. Nothing much really but I will need these things to kill it.” She prayed her voice didn’t betray her. Dean looked at the address.
“This is a six hour drive away,” he questioned. “Can’t you get this stuff nearer here?”
“No,” she said. “Take Sam with you.”
Dean sat down at the table, taking a deep breath and folding his hands together. “What is going on?” She refused to meet his eyes. “Buffy?”
“I need this stuff, alright. Please just get it for me. It is the only way I can get rid of this thing,” her voice cracked. She paused to regain composure.
Before she could speak, Dean said, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me the truth.” She looked up at him and saw the resolve in his eyes. He saw the fear in hers.
“Please, just get Sam and go,” she said.
“No,” was the reply from the man beside her.
“Just get out of here,” she yelled, standing up, her chair falling over behind her. Dean inwardly cringed.
“No,” Dean yelled back.
Buffy’s heart started to break and she summoned her strength. She didn’t want to do this but knew she’d have to. “I don’t want you here,” she yelled. “Just take your stuff and leave.”
She willed it not to, but a single tear ran down her cheek. She turned her back on him but Dean stood up and wrapped his arms around her. She gave a small struggle and then fell into his embrace, tears spilling over her cheeks, her façade ruined.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.” He only hugged her tighter.
“Tell me what it going on.”
“I can’t fight this with you,” she said pulling back to look into his face. “I won’t lose you.”
Dean leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. “Tell me what she said?”
As Buffy explained the conversation with Willow, Sam crept back down the hall to his room. The raised voices and crashing furniture had brought him out and recognition had grasped him as he had heard Dean fighting with her. His brother was in love with her. Sam slowly let it sink in. After he had seen them kiss last night, he had seen the smile on Dean’s face when he came inside. But seeing that fight, Sam began to realise the depths of those feelings. He couldn’t have been happier for Dean. Or more worried.
When Sam emerged from his room fifteen minutes later, there was silence. As he walked into the lounge room, he saw Buffy asleep at the kitchen table. Dean was taking weapons from the closet and packing them into a bag.
“What are we dealing with?” Sam asked Dean. Dean stopped and looked up. An understanding passed between them.
“Someone with a lot of power; enough to control demons, bring them here,” Dean warned. “Listen,” he said, stepping toward Sam, “If this is as bad as they think it is, maybe you should go and get some help. Maybe find Bobby.” Sam held up his hand, shaking his head.
“If she couldn’t get you to go, what makes you think you can get me to?” Dean smiled weakly.
“You heard that?”
“Everyone heard Dean. I’m not going anywhere. I’m fighting with you.”
“Sam, I…” Dean was cut off as a gasp escaped Buffy’s lips and she sat bolt upright, the blood drained from her face.
“He’s got her!”
~
“This is a bad idea,” Dean stated as they got out of the car. The three of them went to the boot and loaded up.
“I know what I saw Dean,” Buffy said, defensively.
“I’m not doubting that,” he replied. “I just said it was a bad idea. Why don’t we wait for Willow?”
“She could be dead by then!”
Buffy pushed past him and pressed forward, looking around at her surroundings. Recognising landmarks from her dream, Buffy marched confidently through the woods. Her senses were alert and after a short walk, she slowed when she realised that there were no longer sounds to be heard. No birds or insects.
“This can’t be good,” she heard Sam say from somewhere behind her.
Her skin crawled and she stopped. She heard Sam and Dean pull up right behind her and she strained to hear something, anything, but the silence was overwhelming. To her right, a twig snapped. She heard Dean and Sam turn towards the noise, weapons pointed but she didn’t move. For an unknown reason, she moved forward a few steps, her hand resting on a stake and feeling the comforting feeling of her scythe at her side. Her eyes darted to the left and right, taking in the entire scene before her.
From somewhere behind her, she heard a snarl followed by Sam’s breathless response, “Werewolf.”
But still she did not turn. She somehow knew that the real danger was in front of her. In her dream she had seen a cabin, run-down and broken. But there was nothing like that in front of her. In front of her was silence. From behind her, she could hear the sounds of gunfire and eventually hand to hand combat, as Dean and Sam fought to take down the werewolf. Before her, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. The man was no older than fifty and seemed an easy target but Buffy stayed still, not knowing the danger, Willow’s concerns running through her head.
“Where is she?” Buffy asked.
“Who?”
“The Slayer.”
He stepped forward, palms forward as though offering peace. What he said next made her feel as though ice was running through her veins. “She doesn’t exist.”
“But my dream…” she began, already feeling as though this had all been one big mistake.
“I created it,” he cut her off. “How else could I get the Slayer here alone?” he asked rhetorically. She saw him cast a glance at the men fighting behind her. “Or relatively. Don’t worry though. They’re occupied.”
And with that last word, he raised his hand and flicked his wrist. Refusing to turn, she flinched when she heard another loud snarl and Dean yell, “Sam, behind you.” Buffy kept her eyes focused on the man in front of her, who had a smirk on his face, watching them fight. Turning his attention to Buffy, his smiled dropped.
“For years I had been learning all I could, hoping that when I was ready, I could wipe you out, end the Slayer line,” he began.
“But that would bring hell on earth!” she exclaimed.
“And guess who can control it.” A satisfied grin crossed his face. “But you destroyed that hope by making them all Slayers.” His face was contorted with rage. “Now I have to wipe them all out!”
“That’s why you killed all those girls? Louise escaped so you killed them all.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “The Polgara did that. Stupid thing. I told it to bring me back her body and it brought back every one but hers. So I sent her a dream of her friends in danger. I knew she would come. Just like you did.”
Buffy could feel her heart in her throat. What had she walked into? What had she brought Dean and Sam into? She drew her scythe. There was only one option. She had to try and take him out herself.
~
Dean had run over to help Sam. The werewolf he had been fighting was now dead and he tried not to think about the man’s body now lying on the ground. The smell of wet fur had permeated the air around them and Dean screwed up his nose, trying not to let the smell distract him. He and Sam fought the second werewolf, trying not to kill the man, or woman, it was.
He glanced over at Buffy. From somewhere, the man whom he didn’t know had gotten a sword and they were now locked in battle, sword and scythe clashing against each other. The sound of clashing metal melded with the snarls and growls coming from in front of him and the previously eerily silent forest had suddenly elicited a cacophony of sound.
Dean saw Buffy stumble backward from a particularly hard blow. She threw her scythe up to defend against the onslaught of blows that were raining down on her and stood as she pushed him back. But as she did, his sword found its mark and went straight through her stomach. He could have sworn that his heart stopped beating and time slowed dramatically.
“No!” Dean screamed, instantly decapitating the werewolf beside him and running toward her leaving a stunned Sam behind. He saw the man get flung back and Buffy crumpled to the ground, her scythe lying lifelessly on the ground beside her and its red edge leaving an unnatural glow on her face.
As he reached her, he was only slightly aware of the air crackling around him, of the gust of wind that had suddenly developed. He dropped to his knees and looked down at her. He instinctively put his hand to her stomach to stem the flow of blood that had caused her white shirt to turn red. Buffy coughed, her voice rattling, and a small amount of blood appeared on her lips.
“Hold on,” he begged, “Just hold on!”
Sam was quickly beside him. As Dean held onto her, she smiled weakly. She tried to talk but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
“Get back!” he heard from beside him. He looked up to see the woman to whom the voice belonged. She was only small but seemed to command a great presence. Her hair was long and a startling white.
“Get back!” she said, louder this time.
Reluctantly he let go of Buffy and moved back. The other man was seemingly unconscious and pinned to a tree in front of Dean. She held her hand to Buffy’s wound and closed her eyes. A small white glow appeared beneath her hand. Her eyes opened and she looked up at the two men in front of her, fear unmistakable. She pulled her hand away.
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 | 4
Chapter Five
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean – David Searls
Chapter Five
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean – David Searls
Buffy awoke to the sound of an annoying bug in her ear. She swatted, but still it was there. Opening her eyes, she vowed death to the culprit but all she saw was the screen on her phone lit up. Across the display was “Will”. Buffy quickly answered the phone.
“Hey Will. Good news?”
“Sorry Buff. Bad news. And I’m sorry for waking you. You have sleepy voice,” she said.
Buffy sat up. She shivered from the cold and pulled the doona closer around her. “Alright, let me have it. Whose butt do I have to kick now?” Buffy asked.
“I can’t tell you much, I’m afraid. You’ll have to use your detective skills there. But I’ll let you know now: my plane leaves in an hour. I’ll be there as soon as I can so don’t do anything on your own, okay?” Willow urged.
Buffy stiffened. “What’s wrong Will?”
Willow sighed. “I wasn’t sure so I had to ask around. See the stuff you found in the cave is mostly pretty basic stuff. But there were one or two items there which had me concerned. All this stuff individually doesn’t mean much, but together…” she trailed off.
“What does it do?”
“Well, based on what you told me about the Polgara, I’d say he, or she, summoned the demon. And I don’t mean in the usual way. They didn’t just send out a homing beacon. They sort of brought it forth. Whoever they are, they are very powerful. And they have covered their tracks. We can’t locate them. It is just sort of static; do you know what I mean?”
Buffy took a deep breath. “So what do I do?”
“Well, I can help you track and stuff once I get there. Maybe just a slice and dice job but if they use even half of the power that is required to pull this off, then you could be in trouble.”
“Alright,” Buffy resigned. “So, you’ll be here by this afternoon then?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
Buffy hung up the phone. She tried to sleep again but couldn’t get her brain to shut off now that she knew how great the danger seemed to be. She got out of bed, got dressed quickly and started getting ready to fight.
~
When Dean got up, he smelled coffee. He dressed and headed to the kitchen, following his nose. Coffee was brewing on the bench and Buffy was sitting at the table. She had a duffle bag open which had a scythe sticking out and she was picking at a stake.
“Morning,” said Dean, smiling over at her. She didn’t turn around.
“I need you to do me a favour,” she said. She held up a piece of paper with an address on it and a list of items. “Willow called me this morning to tell me what we’re up against. Nothing much really but I will need these things to kill it.” She prayed her voice didn’t betray her. Dean looked at the address.
“This is a six hour drive away,” he questioned. “Can’t you get this stuff nearer here?”
“No,” she said. “Take Sam with you.”
Dean sat down at the table, taking a deep breath and folding his hands together. “What is going on?” She refused to meet his eyes. “Buffy?”
“I need this stuff, alright. Please just get it for me. It is the only way I can get rid of this thing,” her voice cracked. She paused to regain composure.
Before she could speak, Dean said, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me the truth.” She looked up at him and saw the resolve in his eyes. He saw the fear in hers.
“Please, just get Sam and go,” she said.
“No,” was the reply from the man beside her.
“Just get out of here,” she yelled, standing up, her chair falling over behind her. Dean inwardly cringed.
“No,” Dean yelled back.
Buffy’s heart started to break and she summoned her strength. She didn’t want to do this but knew she’d have to. “I don’t want you here,” she yelled. “Just take your stuff and leave.”
She willed it not to, but a single tear ran down her cheek. She turned her back on him but Dean stood up and wrapped his arms around her. She gave a small struggle and then fell into his embrace, tears spilling over her cheeks, her façade ruined.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.” He only hugged her tighter.
“Tell me what it going on.”
“I can’t fight this with you,” she said pulling back to look into his face. “I won’t lose you.”
Dean leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. “Tell me what she said?”
As Buffy explained the conversation with Willow, Sam crept back down the hall to his room. The raised voices and crashing furniture had brought him out and recognition had grasped him as he had heard Dean fighting with her. His brother was in love with her. Sam slowly let it sink in. After he had seen them kiss last night, he had seen the smile on Dean’s face when he came inside. But seeing that fight, Sam began to realise the depths of those feelings. He couldn’t have been happier for Dean. Or more worried.
When Sam emerged from his room fifteen minutes later, there was silence. As he walked into the lounge room, he saw Buffy asleep at the kitchen table. Dean was taking weapons from the closet and packing them into a bag.
“What are we dealing with?” Sam asked Dean. Dean stopped and looked up. An understanding passed between them.
“Someone with a lot of power; enough to control demons, bring them here,” Dean warned. “Listen,” he said, stepping toward Sam, “If this is as bad as they think it is, maybe you should go and get some help. Maybe find Bobby.” Sam held up his hand, shaking his head.
“If she couldn’t get you to go, what makes you think you can get me to?” Dean smiled weakly.
“You heard that?”
“Everyone heard Dean. I’m not going anywhere. I’m fighting with you.”
“Sam, I…” Dean was cut off as a gasp escaped Buffy’s lips and she sat bolt upright, the blood drained from her face.
“He’s got her!”
~
“This is a bad idea,” Dean stated as they got out of the car. The three of them went to the boot and loaded up.
“I know what I saw Dean,” Buffy said, defensively.
“I’m not doubting that,” he replied. “I just said it was a bad idea. Why don’t we wait for Willow?”
“She could be dead by then!”
Buffy pushed past him and pressed forward, looking around at her surroundings. Recognising landmarks from her dream, Buffy marched confidently through the woods. Her senses were alert and after a short walk, she slowed when she realised that there were no longer sounds to be heard. No birds or insects.
“This can’t be good,” she heard Sam say from somewhere behind her.
Her skin crawled and she stopped. She heard Sam and Dean pull up right behind her and she strained to hear something, anything, but the silence was overwhelming. To her right, a twig snapped. She heard Dean and Sam turn towards the noise, weapons pointed but she didn’t move. For an unknown reason, she moved forward a few steps, her hand resting on a stake and feeling the comforting feeling of her scythe at her side. Her eyes darted to the left and right, taking in the entire scene before her.
From somewhere behind her, she heard a snarl followed by Sam’s breathless response, “Werewolf.”
But still she did not turn. She somehow knew that the real danger was in front of her. In her dream she had seen a cabin, run-down and broken. But there was nothing like that in front of her. In front of her was silence. From behind her, she could hear the sounds of gunfire and eventually hand to hand combat, as Dean and Sam fought to take down the werewolf. Before her, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. The man was no older than fifty and seemed an easy target but Buffy stayed still, not knowing the danger, Willow’s concerns running through her head.
“Where is she?” Buffy asked.
“Who?”
“The Slayer.”
He stepped forward, palms forward as though offering peace. What he said next made her feel as though ice was running through her veins. “She doesn’t exist.”
“But my dream…” she began, already feeling as though this had all been one big mistake.
“I created it,” he cut her off. “How else could I get the Slayer here alone?” he asked rhetorically. She saw him cast a glance at the men fighting behind her. “Or relatively. Don’t worry though. They’re occupied.”
And with that last word, he raised his hand and flicked his wrist. Refusing to turn, she flinched when she heard another loud snarl and Dean yell, “Sam, behind you.” Buffy kept her eyes focused on the man in front of her, who had a smirk on his face, watching them fight. Turning his attention to Buffy, his smiled dropped.
“For years I had been learning all I could, hoping that when I was ready, I could wipe you out, end the Slayer line,” he began.
“But that would bring hell on earth!” she exclaimed.
“And guess who can control it.” A satisfied grin crossed his face. “But you destroyed that hope by making them all Slayers.” His face was contorted with rage. “Now I have to wipe them all out!”
“That’s why you killed all those girls? Louise escaped so you killed them all.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “The Polgara did that. Stupid thing. I told it to bring me back her body and it brought back every one but hers. So I sent her a dream of her friends in danger. I knew she would come. Just like you did.”
Buffy could feel her heart in her throat. What had she walked into? What had she brought Dean and Sam into? She drew her scythe. There was only one option. She had to try and take him out herself.
~
Dean had run over to help Sam. The werewolf he had been fighting was now dead and he tried not to think about the man’s body now lying on the ground. The smell of wet fur had permeated the air around them and Dean screwed up his nose, trying not to let the smell distract him. He and Sam fought the second werewolf, trying not to kill the man, or woman, it was.
He glanced over at Buffy. From somewhere, the man whom he didn’t know had gotten a sword and they were now locked in battle, sword and scythe clashing against each other. The sound of clashing metal melded with the snarls and growls coming from in front of him and the previously eerily silent forest had suddenly elicited a cacophony of sound.
Dean saw Buffy stumble backward from a particularly hard blow. She threw her scythe up to defend against the onslaught of blows that were raining down on her and stood as she pushed him back. But as she did, his sword found its mark and went straight through her stomach. He could have sworn that his heart stopped beating and time slowed dramatically.
“No!” Dean screamed, instantly decapitating the werewolf beside him and running toward her leaving a stunned Sam behind. He saw the man get flung back and Buffy crumpled to the ground, her scythe lying lifelessly on the ground beside her and its red edge leaving an unnatural glow on her face.
As he reached her, he was only slightly aware of the air crackling around him, of the gust of wind that had suddenly developed. He dropped to his knees and looked down at her. He instinctively put his hand to her stomach to stem the flow of blood that had caused her white shirt to turn red. Buffy coughed, her voice rattling, and a small amount of blood appeared on her lips.
“Hold on,” he begged, “Just hold on!”
Sam was quickly beside him. As Dean held onto her, she smiled weakly. She tried to talk but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
“Get back!” he heard from beside him. He looked up to see the woman to whom the voice belonged. She was only small but seemed to command a great presence. Her hair was long and a startling white.
“Get back!” she said, louder this time.
Reluctantly he let go of Buffy and moved back. The other man was seemingly unconscious and pinned to a tree in front of Dean. She held her hand to Buffy’s wound and closed her eyes. A small white glow appeared beneath her hand. Her eyes opened and she looked up at the two men in front of her, fear unmistakable. She pulled her hand away.
