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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 6 – Seeking
Buffy strode into Giles’ apartment as he opened the door. Her face was a mask of concern as she spotted his tumbler of amber liquid.
“The same. We were lucky that Will has so much power.”
“She was damned lucky. I should have watched her more closely; if I had known she was sneaking the dark arts books….”
“I know, but at least she had an advantage that saved her and Tara. The last thing we need is another Anya. Giles, we can’t go on like this.”
“You think I’m not aware of that!” He turned his face from hers, embarrassed at the outburst.
“Well, this isn’t going to help either,” she said calmly. She took the glass from him and walked to the kitchen sink to dump its contents. “Call
And stop drinking. You’re cut off until we win against Glory,” she said with an air of authority.
“Y-yes, alright… I’ll call the Council,” he stammered. She was growing into such a strong woman, such a strong Slayer. He remembered when he had to take a firm hand with her to get her to concentrate on her duty. Now, the tables had been reversed. He felt a little ashamed that he’d allowed himself to falter. “Of course, I’ll call you later and we will decide what to do next. In the meantime, i-if we need to run, you should start packing clothing for yourself and Dawn.”
“And the gang…. I’m not leaving them here, Giles. We don’t know what Glory will do when she finds out they knew who the Key was and lied to her. If leaving Sunnydale is the only way to keep Dawnie safe, then we all go. But I’m really hoping the Council gives us another option,” she said on her way out of the door.
Giles picked up the phone to call London, but his mind was very much on the only hope they may have. Was he strong enough to tap the power waiting in his closet, or would it only destroy him and all he held dear?
Back at Xander’s apartment, Spike was reading through a Latin spell book that
Xan, himself, was currently in the kitchen heating up soup and buttering slices of bread. He still intended on getting Chinese food later, but this would hold them for awhile.
Dawn remained in the bathroom. She’d been in there for fifteen or twenty minutes according to Spike. Anya had come out of her stupor, briefly, in front of the television. Just long enough to slap Dawn and tell her some nonsense about her being a counterfeit gem.
“I had to give her a pill,” Spike told her as she returned to the table. “She was becoming a bit too manic.” He yelled across the room, “Dawn! C’mon, we’ve got work to do… no slacking in there!”
“I’m sure she’s upset,”
“And she’ll stay that way, unless she feels like we expect her to pull her own weight. Feeling useful will do her a world more better than crying in the restroom.”
“Which one do I start with?”
“Here, Dawn… this one is in English… mostly. This was my great-grandmother’s book. She used to do a lot of potions and stuff for people back in the day. Mostly to treat ‘nerves’ or attacks by ‘phantasms’, but there may be something we can modify.”
Xander served soup, bread and glasses of milk, except for Spike. He had another mug of warm blood, which they barely noticed anymore, even when he grabbed half of Xander’s buttered bread to dip.
Several hours had passed. In the meantime, Anya had thankfully fallen into a deep, medicated sleep on the sofa. She snored loudly causing some smiles and mild laughter.
Buffy had arrived in the meantime and when dinner time came around, she had gone out and gotten the food. Now she was going through a thick book with a green cover. Her mind was only half on what they were researching… she kept thinking about her mom and worrying about Giles not being where she could see him.
Her phone rang and she was relieved to see Giles’ number. She was really hoping that he had something for her.
“Buffy, I need you to meet me outside of Xander’s. I’m on my way and will be there inside of ten minutes,” he said excitedly.
“You have something?”
“The Council gave me a ritual. One that they apparently don’t share often with Watchers in the field, however, they became far more cooperative when they realized that we weren’t getting anywhere.”
“What is it?”
“You and I have to go to a sacred spot in the desert. We’re going to seek advice from a Guardian… an entity that exists outside of time. Hopefully it will be able to tell you how to go about stopping Glory,” he said breathlessly.
“Giles… I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t want to leave Dawn.”
“Buffy…,” Giles started, but was cut off by Dawn’s voice echoing through his earpiece.
“Go, Buffy,” he heard. “If this will help you, you have to go.”
“Listen, Dawn… hold on, Giles,” the rest of the conversation for him was cut off as Buffy hit the mute button.
In Xander’s dining room, Buffy looked at her sister. “Dawn, I’m afraid to leave you here unprotected.”
“Uh-hum, what am I… chipped beef,” Spike asked.
“Giles is talking about some ritual, I don’t even know how long this is going to take,” Buffy complained. “And not to be too insulting when you’re down, but you don’t look exactly ready to fight yet, Spike.”
“That’s why we’re here,”
Buffy sighed and looked again at Dawn, who simply nodded at her. Hitting the mute button and putting her phone back to her ear she told Giles that she’d meet him in front of the building.
When Buffy got into Giles’ sporty car, he stepped on the gas and made a U-Turn that nearly had her flying out of the car.
“Geez, who are you and where did you put my fuddy-duddy-driver-Giles?”
“Please, Buffy, do be serious. We need to be in the right frame of mind if this is going to work.”
“Okay, so… what is the hoopla?”
“We’re going to a place on the border of Sunnydale. While I’m casting a sacred circle and doing some, uh, well… it’s actually ridiculous if I say it aloud. Let’s just say I have to do a little dance and, um, shake a gourd. Stop smirking!”
“I can feel it. Anyway, while I’m making a royal ass out of myself, you’ll be wandering into the desert until you see your spiritual guide. They’ll lead you the rest of the way.”
“Would this guide happen to look like a buzzard? ‘Cause I’m not down with following along, if so. And I don’t suppose you thought to bring water while I’m out wandering?”
“I’m afraid the Slayer must go without provisions, to show a sense of humble trust in the Powers. I, however, am allowed to have juice.”
“Watchers always get the better bargain.”
“Yes, well…, anyway, I’m afraid I can’t tell you what the guide will look like. It will lead you to a place which you are never to mention again, not even to me. There, another being… the one which I spoke of outside of time, will meet you. Hopefully, it will know something about how to stop Glory from opening her doorway.” Something that doesn’t involve us having to end Dawn’s… existence, he thought but didn’t share.
“Another thing, Buffy, you must be careful to remember everything that is said. Sometimes these esoteric beings can be a little… unclear. I’ll try to help you sort through things if you can relate what was said without mentioning the sacred place itself. And do try to appear humble and deferential; they can also be rather prickly during these things.”
“Hey, I’m humble-o-gal if they can help me protect my sister.”
End Chapter 6