Destiny's Stuffup
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Timeline: Season Four and 1753 Summary: Sunnydale hasn't forgotten Buffy and Angel... Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you???? Dedication: To Shirlz, who has vowed to hang up her keyboard should I ever find myself the author of a bad story...hehehe
Kendra strode into the library in Sunnydale High. She looked around her. I'm dead. I know I'm dead...so why am I here? She continued into the room and saw the people seated at the table in the center of the library. "Hey Kendra!" Willow greeted cheerfully, then frowned. Oz frowned with her. "Hey! How's everyone's favorite Slayer?" Xander chuckled at his own joke. Anya rolled her eyes. "Xander, I am the only Slayer..." The words just flew right out of her mouth. "Hello, Kendra. How was patrol?" Giles asked his Slayer. "Everything was normal, sir. I think..." she finished lamely. Everyone looked up at her. It all felt so different, so strange. She knew there was something that she was forgetting, that they were all forgetting... Or someone... Kendra mentally ticked off the people in the room. Giles, Jenny, Willow, Oz, Xander, Anya...of course, Cordelia was in Los Angeles with Angel... Who??? *~*~*~* "This is all wrong, Brother. The Warrior and the witches...they are remembering." The male Oracle frowned his annoyance. "Their friendship bond transcends time and space, this had not been considered. How does the seer fare?" *~*~*~* Cordelia was having a major attack of the migraine kind. She was in her apartment, still miserable from her friend, Doyle's death. He had been attending one of the party's she was at a few months earlier, trying to help this girl form some vampires and they had met. He had been killed a week ago. They had been sharing this apartment... Well, with a ghost, anyway. Phantom Dennis, as Cordy had dubbed him, handed her a glass of water and some aspirin. Cordelia was becoming more freaked out by the minute as scenes were depicted in her mind's eye, of a couple that she thought she knew, but couldn't quite place... *~*~*~* And once upon a time, a long, long time ago, around about two and a half centuries actually, a young couple were busy making plans... "Buffy, I want us to have a proper wedding, one that I know your mother wanted for you," Angel explained. His entire family was sitting in the living room with them, listening to Angel's heartfelt explanation. His mother and sister, Colleen, sat there, tears of happiness welling in their eyes. Their Angelus had turned into such a romantic. Brian was happy that his son had finally become a real man. It may have taken two and a half centuries and many bad experiences, but he had finally done it. Kathy was still in bed... Buffy looked at Angel. Her Angel. She couldn't believe that she would finally be able to be with him free and clear. "Okay. It's just we've never really had that much luck with ceremonies...remember? Birthdays, graduation, the Prom. Alright, so maybe the Prom wasn't that bad, but still..." "You heard the Oracles, Buffy. This time around is going to be different..." *~*~*~* The female Oracle was getting mad. She never got mad... "I don't believe this!" she raged to her brother. When they were alone, they saw no point in keeping up the cryptic act... "True, it wasn't supposed to be this way..." he conceded. "Arrggghhhh!!!!! Typical male! All of our plans have been destroyed. They will all remember soon, then they will come looking for the Warriors. We can't let them do that!" she yelled in frustration. Her brother regarded her strangely. "Granted, the Warriors are indeed happy, but there is usually a reason. Remember, one door closes and..." "...another one opens. Yes, I know! But I thought that this was it for them. They have earned their respite..." She hoped that they didn't have to tear them apart again by making them face another choice... *~*~*~* They were all quiet. Kendra and Jenny regarded each other thoughtfully, while everyone else, with the exception of Anya, stared down at their hands, wondering exactly what to say... Or if they should say it... Willow hesitantly looked up. "Giles? Umm...I know this is going to sound strange, but what happened to us?" Giles frowned at her. "So it's not just me? I was beginning to wonder. When Kendra walked in here ...well, it felt, at first, quite normal, but soon felt wrong, somehow. How about the rest of you?" Jenny was the first the answer. "Well, I thought both Kendra and I were dead." She looked at the Slayer, who nodded her agreement. Oz frowned in concentration. "Well, if Kendra is supposed to be dead, then who's the Slayer?" "Buffy is, you idiots," Anya said while fixing her nails. "The only reason I'm still here is because Xander gives me lots of orgasms..." Xander stared at her. "Who are you???" Anya rolled her eyes. "Anyanka. I was a vengeance demon." She paused and frowned. "I am a vengeance demon," she corrected herself. Willow looked at everyone else in the room. "Umm...am I the only one that finds this all strange?" she wondered uncomfortably. Xander stared at her incredulously. "Hey! I'm the one that gave her the orgasms! What do you think???" Willow sent him an apologetic smile. "Good point." Anya stood from her seat and hit him upside the head. "Arrggghhhh!!!!!" The vengeance demon disappeared just as red liquid fell on Xander's head from out of nowhere. "Ahhhhh!" Xander jumped around like an idiot when he realized that it was blood. Giles raised his eyebrows at the boy. "Xander, angering a demon is bad enough, but a vengeance demon? Will you never learn???" *~*~*~* The migraines were finally gone. Cordelia couldn't believe what she had seen in amongst the pain. This was a Hellmouth thing, only problem was, she wasn't on the Hellmouth... Cordelia took the first bus back to Sunnydale... *~*~*~* Buffy was in a panic. The entire town was gossiping. About her! People had turned away from her as she walked passed. Everyone would whisper to their friends and partners... "I heard that the lady O'Roarke found her fallen in the street." "No!" "Yes! And now the little hussy is engaged to be married to their no-good drunken lout of a son!" "They deserve each other! A drunkard and a whore! Why, that boy is nothing but trouble..." Buffy stiffened in anger. How dare they?!?! These people didn't even know her, or Angel! Not anymore, anyway. Buffy vowed to make her point. She wouldn't let her and Angel's marriage be made a mockery of... *~*~*~* By the time that Buffy got back home, she was near tears. Home. She had come to think of it that way. She had everything that she had ever desired, love, a family and Angel. He and his family loved her more than her own family ever had or ever would. She and Colleen would patrol every night and than arrive home to find Moileen, Brian or both of them patiently waiting for them to return, just to make sure that they were alright, no matter how many times they protested that it was because they weren't tired. Buffy walked through the front door and placed the fish she had bought on the counter in the kitchen. Then she went in search of Angel. She found her husband sitting in the living room with his father. Angel took one look at her face, quickly stood and pulled her into his arms. "Buffy, what's the matter?" She lifted her watery gaze to his. "Everything's so different here, Angel. You can't just let it all roll off your back like you could in Sunnydale. You can't ignore the whispers and the pointed comments." Angel frowned. "What are they saying, sweet?" Brian silently left the room. Buffy buried her face in his chest. "About us, who we are, the way we are...were..." Angel sighed, he still couldn't get used to that... "About the way I used to be..." She nodded. "Among other things." Angel led her to their bedroom. "Baby, does it really matter what they think? I spent most of my life living up to their expectations, but as soon as I put my foot out of line, they turned on me. All that matters is what you think." They entered the bedroom and Buffy sat on the edge of the bed as Angel knelt down before her. "I know, it's just that I'm so sick of having to justify myself to everyone..." "Then don't," Angel told her. "They're not important. They're just nosy people who have nothing better to do and enjoy looking their noses down at others, especially those who are higher classed. They need to make themselves feel better, not realizing that they're going about it the wrong way." "But..." Buffy attempted to protest. Angel placed one of his fingers over her beautiful lips. "Shh...let me show you what really matters..." he murmured huskily as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. Buffy relished the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, carrying her to their room. Angel always proved his point by making sweet love to her, not that she minded, in fact, she encouraged the action...or actions. They entered the bedroom and Angel tapped the door closed with his foot, unfortunately, Buffy had left a couple of things on the floor that morning...Angel stepped on one of Buffy's discarded shoes and lost his balance. The couple fell forward onto the bed. Buffy couldn't stop giggling. Angel, his arms still wrapped around his beloved, glared at her. Buffy stifled the remainder of her teasing laughter and pouted. "Does this mean that we're not going to play today?" she asked, using the term 'play' in reference to the answer they'd given Angel's younger sister Kathy about what they did when they spent so much time in their bedroom. Angel had blushed fifty shades of red when the girl had posed the question. He hadn't been ready to let his sister in on what went on behind Buffy and Angel's closed doors... Angel's glare changed to a grin as he moved over her, his body fitting perfectly between her thighs. He thrust his pelvis against hers, giving her a taste of what was to come. Buffy groaned as she felt Angel's throbbing length against her lower body. "I'll take that as a 'wait and see'..." Angel chuckled. "Baby, have you ever known me to say no to quality play time with you, hmm?" Buffy whimpered as her husband found the hem of her dress and lightly ran his fingers up her leg, trailing a path up to her panties. Buffy had absolutely refused to wear the undergarments of the era. There was no way that she was going to put that stuff on every morning and take it off again every time that she and Angel wanted to engage in other activities... Angel's fingers made their way beneath the flimsy material that protected her womanhood. Even after the month they had been living there, Buffy still hadn't grown used to being able to have her Angel on a whim and not have to worry about soulhaving repercussions. Buffy quickly reached for the buttons of her husband's eighteenth century shirt. The men's attire of the time period doing wonders for Angel's magnificent physique. With his top gone, Buffy's hands molded themselves to his hard body. She moaned in pleasure as Angel nipped at her neck. She had to admit that the action had always turned her on, a sexy vampire that would gently sink his fangs into the supple skin of her neck and slowly sip the warm blood that rushed to the surface. Only this time, there was no blood, there would be no scar, because there were no fangs. Angel's free hand found its way beneath the elasticated material that bound her breasts. Buffy had also refused to ever go near a corset, let alone wear one. As Angel cupped one breast in his large hand, his thumb flicking her sensitive nipple, his other hand was creeping closer to her aching core. One hand possessively squeezed her plump breast as two of his long fingers entered her body. *~*~*~* In another part of the time continuum, a group of people were gathered in the library of Sunnydale High School. They sat there quietly, concentrating on any information that their minds said were strange. Occasionally, one would come up with a 'Hey, did we do this?', then the rest of the group would ponder it and then add it to the metaphoric pile of other occurrences that didn't coincide with what their heads were telling them. Suddenly, the library doors flew open and in strode Cordelia Chase. Xander immediately perked up. "Hey, Cordy!" Cordelia glared at him. "Shut up, you jerk! My head still hurts!" "Huh?" "Forget it, it's too far above your intelligence," she snapped. Giles sighed. "What are you doing here, Cordelia?" "What am I doing here?!?! I'll tell you what I'm doing here! Picture me sitting in my nice new apartment, mourning the death of yet another friend, when a killer migraine decides to take over my head. In the middle of said migraine, images appear. There's this couple. A really cute dark-haired guy and this short blonde chick. I know these people, but I don't know these people, ya know? "Anyway, it's like ages ago, they're wearing these really outdated dresses and stuff, like medieval England or something. Then another girl comes along, I guess she's the Slayer, coz she's carrying a stake that so didn't go with her outfit, which, by the way, was really good quality! "Then, this vampire attacks them, but get this! The blonde chick whips out her own stake and used it to dust the vamp, while the other chick grabs the guy and pushes him behind her. He just looks irritated, but helpless, ya know?" Cordelia took a seat and sighed. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but I really don't like the mind-numbing pain..." The entire groups was at a loss for words. It was Giles that spoke up. "Cordelia, it sounds almost like you are the..." "...next Slayer," Kendra finished for Giles. "That is what happened when I was called. I dreamed of previous Slayers and their deaths..." "But she didn't die!" Cordelia argued. "Either of them. There was two of them! I'm sure of it!" "But Giles, why would Cordelia be having the dreams? Kendra's still here," Willow interrupted. "Arrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Cordelia screamed as another migraine overpowered her senses. "Doyle?" she moaned in between the screams. Xander and Willow rushed to her side, trying to calm her down. Within seconds, Cordelia was once again silent, save for panting, her breath coming in gasps. Jenny spoke first. "I think that it's safe to say that that wasn't a Slayer thing..." Oz, Kendra and Giles nodded their agreement as Xander and Willow went to get something for Cordelia's pain. Words spilled from Cordelia's lips. "Ireland...like Doyle. He was Irish...with me and Doyle...worked for him...ring...wedding band...claddaugh...angel..." Giles immediately went in search of some of the Watcher Diaries. He mumbled to himself. "As I recall, back in Ireland between the 15th and 19th centuries, couples would gift one another with claddaugh rings...wedding bands...ah, here we go. There was talk of another Slayer back in the 18th century. Sisters, I believe." He handed several diaries around the table. Each a different Slayer. It was painfully obvious that Slayers didn't live long, the dates and names on the covers were very telling indeed. *~*~*~* Two Hours Later... "Oh! Wait! I think I've found it!" Willow enthused. She commented as she continued to read. "They weren't sisters. They were sisters-in-law. Colleen, the original Slayer came home one day to another young girl attacking her brother with a stake. It was revealed that the girl was another Slayer...from the future..." Cordelia glared at the other girl. "What, not only do Slayer fight demons, they travel through time, too?" her sarcasm was evident. Willow ignored the sarcasm. "According to what this Watcher wrote, it had something to do with some force called the Oracles and the Powers That Be...Colleen's brother, Angelus, had been made a vampire ...in the future, he would be ensouled, loving a Slayer. The same Slayer that went back in time to stop him becoming a vampire. "And stop it, she did. According to this, she ended up staying and fighting by Colleen's side until the day Colleen died, five years after she was called, four years after her brother's wedding to the other Slayer. "It says here that her name was Buffy..." Jenny interrupted. "Wait a second, wasn't that the name of the Slayer that Anyanka said was the Slayer because Kendra was dead?" Giles nodded. Willow turned the page. "Oh! Look, there's a picture." She passed the book around the table. "Her brother's name was Angelus, but from the day that Buffy entered their lives, they called him Angel," she said quietly. Cordelia grabbed the book. "Angel? Give me that!" She took a good look at the drawing of the three people, then at the signature at the bottom. And A with a halo. Angel. "That's them." She handed the book to Giles. "That's the group that I saw in my vision! Huh! Did I just say vision? You know, that sounded awfully familiar..." Kendra decided to say something. "The question is, why are we the way we are now? Why do we not remember them, and what are we going to do about it? If we do anything. It seems to me that things are this way for a reason..." The group just sat there in silence... The End
