April 15th, 2008


Chapter 19

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

Emails are welcome as are honest reviews. I respond to all correspondence.

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series.

Notes: Story number Nineteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Songs of Pain and Comfort”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.



Battle with a God

Ch 19 – What was Sown


As Spike swerved Xander’s car into the condominium parking lot, he saw the entire building cave in on itself. Ditching the car, he rushed toward the wreckage, looking for any signs of Buffy and Giles, though he held no hope of either.


If they were in there, there won’t even be intact bodies to bury left, he thought.


To his amazement, he found Buffy crying in the rain which was quickly lessening. She was cradling her Watcher’s body in her lap and repeating his name. Somehow, he’d ended up twenty feet from the destroyed complex.


“Buffy… is he?”


“He’s alive,” she shouted in relief. He could see now the smile on her face. Her tears had been those of relief. “I don’t know how, but he’s alive!”




“I think I saw her. A body-shape went flying somewhere way the hell over there,” she pointed off to the northeast. “Maybe he killed her?”


“We’ll see,” he said. “In the meantime, we need to get out of here. The authorities are gonna be crawling all over this place in minutes.”


Buffy picked up Giles and wouldn’t let Spike help her carry him. He led the way back to Xander’s ugly purple Taurus and opened the back door for her. She crawled in, refusing to leave Giles’ side.




Tara and Willow shifted things around looking for anything that could be used to keep Glory busy while they tried to get Dawn away from her. So far they’d found and rejected a mummy’s hand, some candles, newt’s tails, three cats’ eyes (the real things, not the marbles) and a fetish doll designed to attract the opposite sex. In one of Willow’s hands glowed the Sphere that was supposed to drive Glory away. Fat lot of good it did when she was tearing apart the shop, but things were desperate so she kept it with her.


Tara squeaked startled, her hand to her chest. “Gee, that was not what I needed,” she laughed.


Willow looked over her shoulder to see two sets of blank eyes staring at her unblinkingly. It was pretty creepy, at that.


“We should have disassembled these things by now,” Tara said. “I mean, I know you find robotics interesting and all, but… ‘ew’ and a shudder.”


“Yeah… I’ll match your shudder and raise a….” Willow faded off, a thoughtful look in her eyes.


Willow? Can’t come up with anything to raise my shudder to?” Tara smiled and pecked Willow’s lips, drawing her back from where ever her mind had gone.


“Actually, I think I can raise you a ‘I can’t believe I’m even thinking this’. I’ve got a wild idea. I’m going to have Spike take me to the dorm so I can grab my laptop.”


“Will,” Tara asked, mystified.




Buffy and Spike arrived with an unconscious Giles. With Anya doing her mystic snoring on the sofa, they laid Giles out on the floor. Buffy left it to Spike to check him over, depending on both his sense of smell for internal bleeding and his sense of touch for recognizing broken body parts. He declared that Giles was in far better shape than he deserved considering his stupidity.


“Thanks, Spike. But leave kicking his ass to me,” Buffy said. “Come on, Giles…, please wake up.”


From the floor, he stirred, blinking rapidly and started to sit up. The gang surrounded him, greatly relieved until he opened his eyes and they were black as pitch. He stood up and surveyed the room.


“Did I do it,” he said in his deep, echo-y baritone.


“We don’t know Rupes. Maybe,” Spike answered.


“Don’t ever call me that you undead filth,” Giles spat at him.


“Now, wait just a damned minute,” Xander said before he was rudely cut off by Giles’ fist knocking him to the floor.


Spike immediately sprang to his fangs and moved to tackle the surely-possessed Giles.


“Vampiric leech,” Giles sneered, pointing at Spike he intoned, “Flesh to dust.”


Fortunately for Spike, Tara was faster on the draw. Summoning her will, she sent a bolt of mental force in his direction. Spike was violently shoved away just as he felt his skin begin to peel.


“Giles, what have you done,” Willow exclaimed.


“You only want to know to steal my power… my greatness … from me!” Giles again pointed, this time needing no words. Willow was lifted off the floor and sent flying across the room. She hit the shelves behind the register counter with a loud grunt and fell to the floor.


Xander grabbed Giles around the legs and tried to wrestle him to the floor. As his hands began to burn red, Giles reached down to grab hold of the back of Xander’s neck, when Buffy put a stop to everything by spin kicking Giles to the jaw.


He flipped over Xander’s bent figure and slammed into the floor, once again unconscious.


For several moments, no one did anything. They just looked at one another at a loss. Finally, Buffy walked away, retreating to the back work out room of the shop.


“Giles must have tapped into some majorly dark mojo,” Willow said with a groan. “And ‘ow’.”


“This is what I fear, Willow,” Tara said. Her eyes were wide in a pale face. “This is why I don’t want you messing with dark magic.”


“What do we do with him,” Spike wanted to know.


“What do you mean? I mean,” Xander floundered. “I mean he’s still Giles, right?”


“It’ll be okay,” Willow said. “Xander, why don’t you check on Buffy? Tara and I will set up a binding field and exorcise whatever darkness he’s taken.”


“Spike, I hate to ask,” Tara said shyly. “But if I give you some money could you go buy some donuts and coffee. We have a lot of planning to do once we’ve reversed what Mr. Giles has gotten himself into.”


Xander, who was headed toward the back turned with a grin, “Who’s the donut boy, now?”


“Shut it, ya wanker! Anything for you,” Spike said to Tara.


“And I need you to go get my laptop from our dorm room, Spike,” Willow added.


“Hey, now, I’m not turning into a delivery boy here!”


“It’s important, Spike. I’ve got an idea to help get Dawn back,” she said.


“And besides, I’ll add a few bucks for cigarettes and blood,” Tara smiled.


“You had me at cigarettes, Blondie.”




In the back, Xander found Buffy standing with her face toward a wall. She was leaning forward, her forehead resting on her arms. Her eyes were closed and her shoulders were bunched up.


“Do you need to cry again,” he said. “Because, hey, manly shoulders are right here waiting.”


She turned to him with a thin smile. “No, the water works have been tapped out for the moment.”


“You sure? ‘Cause you’re really due, Buff. This has been one crap couple of months for you. I wouldn’t blame you if you needed to curl into a ball.”


“No time. We need to save Giles from himself, then plan Dawn’s rescue, then kick Giles’ ass for the stunt he pulled and then finally rescue Dawn, kill the evil minions and maybe slag a god, if Giles didn’t do it already.”


She stretched her arms over her head and Xander looked away before he could get caught staring at her breasts. Hey, just because there was this weird thing with Spike didn’t mean he couldn’t still appreciate the female physique.


“It just keeps coming, Xan. Now, Glory has her Key and I don’t even know what’s going to happen to Dawn. I can’t lose her, Xander. I just can’t… not after mom… not after I gave up Angel. I just can’t take another loss. I don’t have enough strength in me, anymore.”


“It’ll be okay, Buffy. The two witches are exorcising Giles, or whatever. Then we’ll storm the… wherever they’re holding Dawn… and we’ll beat them back, rescue her and restore Anya, and then live happily and boringly ever after,” he said.


“I love you guys.”


“Good. ‘Cause we love you, too.”




In the main part of the trashed shop, Willow and Tara managed to scrounge enough crystals to encircle Giles’ prostrate form. Relighting the candles that had ended up being extinguished and kicked around in the commotion, they set to chanting.


Buffy and Xander entered from the back room, hand in hand. They stood well back as the crystals glowed with an inner light around her Watcher.


“We banish thee, Spirit of Darkness, Corrupter of Men. We drive thee from this vessel,” they intoned. Goose flesh appearing on their arms and their hair stood on end, like they’d come into contact with static electricity.


The witches continued to chant these lines over and over. After around the dozen mark, Buffy feared that it wasn’t going to work. Suddenly the candles shot flames nearly a foot high and the crystals shot some sort of white lightning things at Giles. The witches chant picked up speed and volume as Buffy and Xander watched some sort of dark energy rise up out of Giles from his mouth. It twisted and danced, like smoke from Spike’s cigarette and several times, she could almost see a malevolent face forming before it fell back into random spirals.


As the darkness coalesced into a blob, it shot from the binding field and seemed to disintegrate or drift apart in the air. Next to her, Xander suddenly grabbed his head and sank to his knees.




“I’m okay, Buffster. I just got dizzy there for a second. I think the day is finally catching up with me.”


“You sure you’re alright? ‘Cause we don’t need any more surprises.”


“Yeah… I’m good. Honest, I’m just exhausted.”


“I hear that,” Buffy nodded.




The black magical force that Giles had taken into himself flowed out over Sunnydale. In its wake, the rain fell hard and lightning flashed across the sky. It entered Giles’ apartment and found its way back into its holding place. The words he’d taken rewrote themselves and the dark energy resumed its rightful place, waiting for the next opportunity to dominate and destroy.


In Xander’s mind, Hyena felt the rush of darkness filter out into the night. She reached out and tapped into it, allowing it to fill her with strength… and lust.


She turned to where Commando was cut off from Xander’s perception. Commando screamed unnoticed by the physical Xander as Hyena tore him apart, permanently discorporating him.


As rapidly as she could, she raced to expand her own consciousness before Xander’s own psyche could fill the gap that Commando’s personality had occupied. She smiled, nearly licking her lips in anticipation.


One down and one to go, she thought with the satisfaction only a good kill could bring. And then I’ll be the one to take Spike. Then it’ll be Buffy’s turn and I will finally take my rightful place in charge of the pack! But first I have to help the other Xan take care of the Glory-hag or convince him to finally kill that sniveling, weak Dawn. One way or the other though, she directed both toward Buffy and Xander, your days are numbered.


Hyena laughter echoed deeply inside Xander’s subconscious.





End Chapter 19


Ch 20

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-


Emails are welcome as are honest reviews. I respond to all correspondence.


POV: Shifts Perspective


Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series.


Notes: Story number Nineteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Songs of Pain and Comfort”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.




Battling with a God

Ch 20 – The Dust Settles


Giles sat up in his binding field, clutching his head in both hands. Tara and Willow had stopped chanting, but made no movement to get any closer to where he sat. When he’d finally looked around the shop, his eyes their normal shades if a bit bloodshot, they finally approached.


“No more inky eyes,” Willow said proudly, squeezing Tara’s hand.


“Does that mean we should let him out of the binding field,” Buffy asked. “Because it seems like a fitting punishment…, kinda like being grounded.”


“How much do you remember,” Tara asked him as she began to collect the crystals on the floor and breaking the field holding him in place.


“Uh… drowning in… something,” Giles said sheepishly. “Like being trapped in tar. But I do recall hurting Glory.” He didn’t sound very satisfied with himself. He checked his shoulder, but the wound from Glory’s was sealed shut in scar tissue.


I don’t remember doing that, he thought worriedly.


“And the building you destroyed,” Buffy said harshly, distracting him. “Hurting Willow? Almost killing Spike and Xander? Any of that ringing any bells for you?”


The gang looked between Giles and Buffy. Her anger was palpable and the whole room was filled with an uncomfortable tension. Xander chose to avoid the scene in progress by bending down near Anya and stroking her hair. He hoped it looked less like ducking for cover and more like checking on her. He suddenly felt like he’d gotten caught between his father and mother during one of their drunken arguments about money… only worse.


“How many died in that condominium because of you,” Buffy raged.


“None,” he replied calmly, accepting her anger. “I held off long enough to evacuate the building. And, for the record, I made sure that Dawn wasn’t there before I began to fight Glory.”


Buffy blew out a harsh breath. The truth was that was exactly what she’d feared. That Dawn might have been trapped in Glory’s penthouse and Giles hadn’t cared. Still, it didn’t excuse the destruction nor the risk he’d put himself in.


“You could have died!”


“We all could die if Glory wins.”


“Exactly! And every time we’ve gone against her, she’s beaten us,” Buffy continued. “This lone wolf bullshit has got to end! The only way to get Dawn back is to work together.”


Buffy sighed, her anger deflated for the moment. “Giles, what would I have done if you’d had failed? If she’d killed you? I need you. I need all of you.”


“The forces I harnessed were very dangerous, obviously,” Giles said as he regained his feet still a little shakily. “I couldn’t risk the rest of you. I’m not even exactly sure how I’m still alive, to tell the truth. I was depending on the destruction of the building to kill both of us.”


“Well that’s just great,” Buffy raised her voice again. “One final going-out-in-a-blast-of-grandeur fight,” she said with contempt. “And then what? The rest of us are left to pick up the pieces? Don’t you think I’ve lost too many people as it is?”


“And you may lose more,” Giles yelled now. “All of us may be killed at any time. That is the price we accept for doing what we do. And this may not be over,” his voice softened. “If I survived, Glory may have as well.”


“That was some wicked power,” Willow broke in. “What did you use, Giles? Maybe if we could manipulate it together….”


“…That will not happen,” Giles said with such force that Willow instantly shut up. “The forces I wielded should never have been seen by the world again. If the situation were not so desperate, I would have pretended they never existed. We cannot turn to it again… certainly not by you, nor Tara. As far as any of you are concerned, that magic is gone and unrecoverable. Is that perfectly clear, Willow?”


She nodded meekly, but inside felt a little resentment. Everyone was always treating her like she was that bumbling experimenter in high school, still.


“So what do we do next,” Xander finally entered the conversation.


“W-willow has Spike getting her laptop,” Tara said nervously. The air between Buffy and Giles was still fraught with anger and distress. “Honey…?”


“Oh, uh, yeah…, we were getting the Orb,” she pointed to it lying on the floor where it had rolled during the commotion. “And we came across the robots. I thought I could do some quick program changes. It’ll be rough, but it should be simple to have them attack Glory or her goons… give us a diversion.”


“Thanks, Will,” Buffy said. “Not looking forward to my ‘twin’ again, but since this is for Dawn….”


“What about the hammer,” Xander asked. “It packed a pretty powerful blow when Olaf was swinging it around, judging by the damage I was going to replace in here if I ever got some free time.”


“We saw it,” Tara said. “But it wouldn’t budge.”


“I can lift it,” Buffy said. “Slayer thing. And I’m sure it’ll help. Good thinking, Xan.”


Behind him, Anya started to stir from her sleep and Xan again turned away from the group to see to her. She began to mumble about it’s being time, but no one but Xan was paying her much mind.


“Now we just need to know where to go,” Buffy said. “If Dawn wasn’t being held in the condominium, then where the hell would she be?”


“A locator spell won’t work,” Willow said apologetically. “We’re back to dealing with the Hellmouth’s screen.”


“Okay. We’ll need to let that sit for a minute, then. What do we have in regards to spells? Even if we can’t go all mojo on Glory with what we’ve got, you guys can keep her scab crew off of me.”


“There’s a lot of minor spells we can perform without any real rituals, ingredients or a lot of time,” Tara said. “It’ll be enough to keep them occupied.”


She was rubbing at her hand, though the cast made that difficult. It was starting to ache again and all of the pain relievers were left back in the wreck of the R.V.


“Then while you guys are taking on the baddies that leaves me to get Dawn and get out of there. If there’s one thing the Zeppo can do, it’s run,” Xander said lightheartedly. His clothes were soaked through by the downpour and he wanted nothing better than to run home for a hot shower and to change. But there was no time for luxuries so he kept his discomfort to himself. Hyena helped with that. She didn’t seem to mind being wet.


“Getting Dawn is the most important thing, Xan,” Buffy said with emphasis. “I’m depending on you. I’ll be too busy trying to keep Glory from interfering.”




In a construction office in an area currently being cleared for a series of small boutiques, Dawn sat hunched down in a chair. She was unrestrained, but there was a minion standing by the door who wouldn’t stop staring at her. He wore a look of awe and it gave her the creeps. Worse than that, was Glory, of course. The god wouldn’t shut her big yap.


“Oh, Dawnie…, you really had me fooled! I mean, I guess it wasn’t really you. I mean it’s not like you did the spell works, am I right? Still, I just gotta know… how long did you know you were exactly what I was looking for? In the hospital?”


Dawn pretended not to hear. Glory had asked her a few questions already about her sister, about the Scooby Gang and about Giles, especially. Apparently he’d done something to annoy her, but she wasn’t big with the details. She hadn’t answered those either and Her Skankiness ended up prattling on, seemingly not interested in if Dawn talked to her or not.


“Oh, what’s the matter, munchkin? Not doing a lot of socializing here.”


“Your creepy, scabby guy keeps staring at me. It’s freaking me out,” Dawn said. It was all she had to say.


“Oh… sweetie! He’s just pleased to see you, that’s all. The Key is a big deal, you know? Granier, honey, why don’t you wait outside,” obviously this wasn’t just a request.


“There. Is that better, Dawnikins?”


“Don’t call me that. My name is Dawn,” she glared at Glory.


“Oh…,” Glory issued a small laugh. “Well, then, excuse me. Wouldn’t want to insult the Key,” she muttered.


“I’m not a Key. I’m a girl. And you’re a bitch.”


Glory’s features hardened and she gave Dawn a hard glare. Stomping across the room, she looked down into the fake girl’s eyes.


“I’m a God. Your God, in fact.”


“No you’re not,” Dawn held her ground, fists clenched as tight as her jaw.


“You know something, Key, you’re starting to irritate me. And I’ve been irritated a lot already, lately.”


“So, what are you going to do, ground me? You know you can’t hurt me… not yet,” Dawn said full of bravado. She thought that Spike would be proud of her. “And my sister is going to kick your ass long before you can open your stupid gate.”


Glory laughed again, but it wasn’t mirthful. She looked like she’d just been insulted and Dawn was a little nervous. She wouldn’t show it, though, she vowed. Spike had suffered a lot more than her ramblings and Dawn was determined to be as brave as he’d been.


“Oh, sweetie…, sweetie…, sweetie,” Glory intoned in a way that made shivers run up Dawn’s spine. She reached out before the girl could move and with a deft movement of fingers easily snapped one of Dawn’s fingers like a thin twig. Dawn screamed and immediately started crying.


“So, you see my Key; I can hurt you as much as I want. As long as I don’t start spilling your blood and guts, or sucking your frickin’ brain. Huh? That’s actually kind of ironic,” Glory looked thoughtful. “If Buffy and her little merry band had just let me suck you dry in the hospital, the world would be safe and sound and I’d have been stopped right there.”


She met Dawn’s watering eyes as the girl… the Key… held its fake hand. She was pale with pain and looked like she might want to upchuck.


“Maybe that’s why Buffy hasn’t been in a rush to get here, eh, ‘Dawnikins’? I’m betting Buffy knows the only way to stop me for good, is to spill a little Key-blood of her own. See, honey, the sooner sis stops that racing, little heartbeat of yours, the sooner everything will stop. And now that the sleazy old guy has bought the farm…?”


“No… Giles?!”


“What can I say Sweet-cheeks? He shouldn’t have tried to take on a God. Poor little Buffy is down to one option left. And really, you weren’t ever truly her sister, now were you? I’ll just let you sit here for a bit and think about that.”


“I have to give it to ‘em, though,” she laughed over her shoulder on the way out, “They almost saved your life, Dawnikins.”


Dawn bent at the waist and tried not to barf after Glory left the makeshift room. Her hand hurt so much and her finger was bent awkwardly… how could Spike have stood it? How could he have not turned her in after what Glory had done? And why was she being so damned weak?


She tried to stop crying, but between the pain and the fear, now that she’d started it wouldn’t stop. She’d wanted to be brave, but she was just a teenager and Glory was going to kill her.




End Chapter 20