Catch you on the flipside

Skye followed the blonde girl through the maze of tunnels, each twist and turn went unnoticed as she struggled to find some memory of who this woman was to her. There was something so…intense about the quiet silver eyed stranger. Who was she?



Sasha had told her not to touch the woman…and for good reason, who ever she was, there was something inside Skye that screamed for her to reach out and touch the paler woman. Skye studied the girl…she was tall and lean, not model thin but athletic…there was a sinewy grace to her movements…something almost animal about the ferocity in her gaze. Those dual colored eyes smiled back at her sadly, one silver the other blue. Her short hair was cropped and thin dreadlocks seemed to hang in her eyes…almost as if she was trying to hide behind them.



The sleeveless shirt the girl wore let Skye see the large tattoo half sleeve…the colors were vibrant and showed a snowy mountain forest, looking at the trees etched into the skin Skye could easily make out a large white tiger with the same eyes…one silver one blue.



Looking back up she realized the spirit had stopped walking and was standing in front of a large open door. Looking passed her guide into the room she could see an it was empty and desolate…on the farthest wall there was a stone well, set beside it was a large silver chalice.



Looking back to the silent stranger “Who are you?”



The girl smiled and gestured for Skye to go into the room, carefully entering the room Skye felt her heart hammer in her chest, sweat broke out across her cool skin and she looked back only to see the blonde smile encouragingly at her.



Turning back she walked and looked down the well. The water was clear and reaching out Skye gently dipped her fingers, surprised at the sharp coldness to it. Taking a deep breath she picked up the chalice and dipped it into the well, letting the chalice fill. She lifted it and looked into the cup.



Swallowing nervously she felt her hand grow shaky as she put the cup to her lips and began drinking, the crisp water hit her tongue and Skye moaned at the sweetness of the water.



Pulling the cup back when it was empty she frowned…wasn’t she supposed to remember? Looking back she saw the blonde woman standing at the doorway….suddenly an awareness filled her…”Ryan?”



Skye dropped the cup and strode over to the blonde woman…when she was less than a foot away she looked her over…suddenly remembering every detail. She knew what this woman looked like…how she sounded…the way she smelled. Looking down at her hands…she smiled as she could finally recall who she was.



Then a stray though hit her…looking back up she was surprised to find the blonde guide gone…but in front of her was a door.



Stepping forward she opened the door and stepped through it….there across form her sat Sasha…who turned and smiled expectantly.



“Do you remember?” Sasha asked softly.



Skye nodded. “I want to go home Sasha. Take me home.”



“You got it kid” Sasha said, grunting as she stood, stretching out her sore muscles.



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Ryan cried softly in her sleep…rolling over she unknowingly flung her arm across the bed, a habit adopted when she and Skye had shared this bed and they had somehow gotten untangled at night.



Moaning she rolled over as she dreamed, the night of Skyes death was her most constant nightmare…she couldn’t help but remember each vivid detail with unfailing accuracy.



Ryan sat in shock as Skye watching as the light in those blue eyes faded with every beat of her heart, she could only look at her, the expression on her face one of depthless sorrow and understanding. And then there was nothing more to say; nothing to do but look at each other. Ryan bit back tears as she held Skye’s gaze unblinkingly, fighting to breathe through the agony of her grief, and she saw the exact moment when the life faded from those eyes. A few seconds later she heard the final, involuntary expulsion of air from lungs that would never take another breath, and Ryan knew she’d lost everything that mattered. Everyone would go home tonight…, but her home was right here, dead in some unknown field; they’d go home and live their lives out the way they were meant to, but her life had just ended. It was truly over; she just didn’t care what happened to her anymore.



With a shaking hand, she caressed the side of Skye’s face, not noticing that she was smearing blood all over it. She stared through blurred vision at the blue eyes that were impossibly brilliant. It seemed so impossible that Skye’s eyes could be so beautiful when she wasn’t there anymore. She didn’t move and barely breathed as Faith and Raya dropped down beside her, she didn’t hear anything, feel anything when they began crying….she was gone. Choking sobs forced there way from inside her and she fell forward, disbelieving that this could really happen…gasping Ryan sat upright in bed. Wiping tears away she forced the dream from her mind and stood.



Walking to the door of her bedroom she walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet above the stove she frowned…apparently Faith or Raya had beaten her to the whiskey tonight…turning she saw Faith leaning carelessly against the wall of the hall…staring blankly at a picture in her hand. Ryan guessed it was one of the ones that had been stowed away….

“Care for a smoke?” Faith asked, without looking up from the picture. Turning she waited for Ryan to come beside her and the pair went out onto the porch.

Settling down on the back steps, Faith held out her pack of Newport’s and waited for Ryan to take one. “Bad night?” Faith slurred softly.



Ryan shrugged and lit her cigarette. Looking out across the yard. “They’re always bad nights”

“Aint that the damn truth”

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Buffy smiled at a drawing that she had found on the floor of her home, Axel had done a family portrait and if it wasn’t for the fact that the stick figures had different colored hair she would have hurt his feelings when she couldn’t figure out who was who.



Setting the picture down on the counter she tiredly rubbed her eyes, it had been a long day, she and Raya had led a team of slayers into town to look for any missed supplies in the mall or other clothing outlets. Although years of neglect and apparent water damage had caused anything useful to mold.

They had found some various sizes of jeans and it her tops and Lonnie had insisted they bring back any guns and weapons. So it had take there entire team to haul the goods they could gather or find some use for back to the school.



But now they were entering a time that Buffy had desperately wanted to avoid…the generators were officially died, the originals that had been the schools had been replaced three times and they had finally given out. They had maybe a month of food left….and Angel hadn’t been heard from in almost four months. Buffy was beginning to worry the Initiate had found him…and if that was true…he was gone.

She and Willow had revised the entire curriculum…now the girls and everyone else on the grounds were required to learn nothing but survival techniques, hunting, tracking and foraging. The tunnels were next to be remodeled…Buffy bit back tears…she had taken her family from there home in prehistoric Germany…to come here and give them a better life…and instead it was a life of demons and monsters…a life of it they got within one hundred yards of the Wall they would be killed on sight either by defensive magic’s or soldiers.

Sighing she prayed for a miracle.



TBC



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Authors Note: Got bored so im going to be writing this story as well as my other new one. The other one isn’t at all connected to my series.