White Knight's War
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BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,843
Reviews:
15
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Currently Reading:
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Questions Without Answers
The White Knight’s War
Author :~ pixel
Rated: R mostly, but maybe some NC-17 later ~ depends how it goes
Ship: xander/graham/oc
Disclaimer: I own nothing, claim nothing, they all still belong to Joss et al and I’m just borrowing for a while.
Authors Notes 1: Ok this is probably going to have slash, bad language, character death and buffy bashing ~ so if you don’t like ~ don’t read. I don’t have a beta so all mistakes are mine ~ if you point them out I’ll try to fix them. There’s an explanation etc in prologue.
Authors Notes 2: Please make an author happy and review and I promise it’ll make me write quicker.
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Questions Without Answers
“We could go back to our office,” Angel offered quickly.
“No offence Deadboy, we still think we can trust you and yours, but there’s too many people at Wolfram and Hart we don’t trust and we’re pretty sure the Immortal has a deal in place with the Senior Partners. Not to mention he probably has a couple of his own on the inside.” Xander’s explanation made sense, so Angel waved off the security teams he’d brought with him to retrieve Dana and thought for a moment.
“Ok, your HQ then, maybe Buffy should be part of this anyway.”
“Buffy?”
Surprised at the confusion evident in Xander’s voice, Angel went on, “You told the girls the Senior Slayer was waiting for them.”
“Sorry Fang, but boytoy was talking about me.”
Angel’s gaze swung to the newcomer, “Faith.” Sultry and beautiful as ever she stalked into the empty lot, but, as she grew closer, Angel noticed she looked exhausted and worn down.
“Dammit Faith! What part of, ‘don’t leave the safe house,’ did you have a hard time understanding?”
“I figured you could use some help, with Dana and the explanations.”
“Dana’s out cold and we were on our way back to you. Faith you can’t keep doing this. You’re pregnant, do you really think Robin would want you risking your life or the baby’s like this?”
“Don’t matter X. Robin’s gone and I aim to make them pay.”
“They will, but you still need to live.”
“So do you X, when was the last time you stopped, slept even?”
“Cairo.”
“Shit X, that was four days ago. Explanations gonna have to wait boys, I’m putting boytoy to bed.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Not in this or any other life. You had your shot, sides I don’t think Gray’s the type to share.” Xander just smirked and raised an eyebrow. “So soldier boy’s a player. Who’d have thought it.? Come on Xan, spill.”
Angel barely registered the by-play between the two young people; his brain had seemed to freeze. If Faith was the senior slayer, what had happened to Buffy? God was she dead too? An anguished groan slipped from Angel’s lips and Xander turned towards him. Seeing the pain on the vampire’s face Xander realised what Angel must have been thinking. His words were meant to comfort, but the tone was harsh, “She’s not dead Angel, I promise. She’s just not a Slayer any more.”
Angel started to speak to ask Xander what he meant but Faith held her hand up, “Tomorrow,” handing Angel a small slip of paper, “Be there any time after noon, right now he needs to rest.”
Xander un-strapped Dana from the gurney and scooped her into his arms, setting off towards a car parked up the street, closely flanked by Faith and Amy. Only when they had driven off did the Slayers lower their weapons and fade back into the night.
Gunn turned as if to head back to the office but Angel stopped him, “ If they’re right, we may want to think about discussing this someplace else.”
Gunn looked like he might argue for a second, then he allowed Angel to steer them down the street, “Who the fuck was that guy?”
“Xander Harris.”
“Cordy’s Xander? From high school? Sure doesn’t seem much like the guy she used to talk about.”
“She hadn’t seen him in years, she’d changed, grown up so I suppose he has too; and if Willow really is dead god only knows what he’s capable of.”
“They were tight?”
“Closer then any two people I’ve ever known, not romantically, more like family. They sometimes seemed like two halves of one person.”
“So pissed off likely to be an understatement. You believed him though. I saw that. How in hell did things get so messed up with them? Don’t we have people checking on the council? We shouldn’t have missed this.”
“Unless the Senior Partners wanted to be sure we missed it.”
“And that may actually be the scariest thing I heard all night. What’s with all that White Knight shit he was talking about?”
“A nickname of sorts. Angelus called him that once, when Xander stopped him from killing Buffy. I guess the others picked up on it.”
“He shall first be recognised and named by his enemy,” Wes spoke for the first time.
“Wes, what was that?”
“Sorry Angel, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. There was a legend at the Council; I hesitate to call it a Prophecy because no one ever believed it. The parchment pre-dated the Watchers and we always treated it as kind of a joke. Every Watcher was taught about it, but it was never expected to come to pass. There were so many conditions to be met; not least of which was the creation of an army of Slayers. Until Willow’s spell nobody could ever imagine that happening.”
“Do you remember all of it?”
“No but I’m sure I can get a copy from a dealer I know in town. What I do remember was that it dealt with the White Knight of the Slayers leading an army against an evil greater than the world has ever seen.”
“Gunn, maybe you could go with him to the dealer, you both could get to work on it. I’ll head back and check in on Spike. I’ll try to let Fred and Lorne know what’s going on without being too specific.”
“Angel are you sure you wish to involve Spike? He was adamant about not letting them know he was alive.”
“I know that Wes, but that was before. I may not like him but I know how much he loved Buffy. He’ll do anything for her and we may need him if this is going to be as bad as we think.”
“Angel man, from the way they were talking; I don’t think this is about your girl.”
“Gunn’s right, but we aren’t going to get any answers ‘til tomorrow; so I suggest we leave it for now. The dealer I need to see is in the demon district so we should pick up some weapons en-route.”
Gunn and Wes headed off leaving Angel to walk slowly back to Wolfram and Hart’s med-centre, wondering about the anger and contempt in Xander’s voice when he spoke of Buffy and trying to figure out how to explain the night’s events to his Childe and, looking down at the paper Faith had slipped him, when exactly had Xander bought The Hyperion.
Tbc..
Author :~ pixel
Rated: R mostly, but maybe some NC-17 later ~ depends how it goes
Ship: xander/graham/oc
Disclaimer: I own nothing, claim nothing, they all still belong to Joss et al and I’m just borrowing for a while.
Authors Notes 1: Ok this is probably going to have slash, bad language, character death and buffy bashing ~ so if you don’t like ~ don’t read. I don’t have a beta so all mistakes are mine ~ if you point them out I’ll try to fix them. There’s an explanation etc in prologue.
Authors Notes 2: Please make an author happy and review and I promise it’ll make me write quicker.
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Questions Without Answers
“We could go back to our office,” Angel offered quickly.
“No offence Deadboy, we still think we can trust you and yours, but there’s too many people at Wolfram and Hart we don’t trust and we’re pretty sure the Immortal has a deal in place with the Senior Partners. Not to mention he probably has a couple of his own on the inside.” Xander’s explanation made sense, so Angel waved off the security teams he’d brought with him to retrieve Dana and thought for a moment.
“Ok, your HQ then, maybe Buffy should be part of this anyway.”
“Buffy?”
Surprised at the confusion evident in Xander’s voice, Angel went on, “You told the girls the Senior Slayer was waiting for them.”
“Sorry Fang, but boytoy was talking about me.”
Angel’s gaze swung to the newcomer, “Faith.” Sultry and beautiful as ever she stalked into the empty lot, but, as she grew closer, Angel noticed she looked exhausted and worn down.
“Dammit Faith! What part of, ‘don’t leave the safe house,’ did you have a hard time understanding?”
“I figured you could use some help, with Dana and the explanations.”
“Dana’s out cold and we were on our way back to you. Faith you can’t keep doing this. You’re pregnant, do you really think Robin would want you risking your life or the baby’s like this?”
“Don’t matter X. Robin’s gone and I aim to make them pay.”
“They will, but you still need to live.”
“So do you X, when was the last time you stopped, slept even?”
“Cairo.”
“Shit X, that was four days ago. Explanations gonna have to wait boys, I’m putting boytoy to bed.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Not in this or any other life. You had your shot, sides I don’t think Gray’s the type to share.” Xander just smirked and raised an eyebrow. “So soldier boy’s a player. Who’d have thought it.? Come on Xan, spill.”
Angel barely registered the by-play between the two young people; his brain had seemed to freeze. If Faith was the senior slayer, what had happened to Buffy? God was she dead too? An anguished groan slipped from Angel’s lips and Xander turned towards him. Seeing the pain on the vampire’s face Xander realised what Angel must have been thinking. His words were meant to comfort, but the tone was harsh, “She’s not dead Angel, I promise. She’s just not a Slayer any more.”
Angel started to speak to ask Xander what he meant but Faith held her hand up, “Tomorrow,” handing Angel a small slip of paper, “Be there any time after noon, right now he needs to rest.”
Xander un-strapped Dana from the gurney and scooped her into his arms, setting off towards a car parked up the street, closely flanked by Faith and Amy. Only when they had driven off did the Slayers lower their weapons and fade back into the night.
Gunn turned as if to head back to the office but Angel stopped him, “ If they’re right, we may want to think about discussing this someplace else.”
Gunn looked like he might argue for a second, then he allowed Angel to steer them down the street, “Who the fuck was that guy?”
“Xander Harris.”
“Cordy’s Xander? From high school? Sure doesn’t seem much like the guy she used to talk about.”
“She hadn’t seen him in years, she’d changed, grown up so I suppose he has too; and if Willow really is dead god only knows what he’s capable of.”
“They were tight?”
“Closer then any two people I’ve ever known, not romantically, more like family. They sometimes seemed like two halves of one person.”
“So pissed off likely to be an understatement. You believed him though. I saw that. How in hell did things get so messed up with them? Don’t we have people checking on the council? We shouldn’t have missed this.”
“Unless the Senior Partners wanted to be sure we missed it.”
“And that may actually be the scariest thing I heard all night. What’s with all that White Knight shit he was talking about?”
“A nickname of sorts. Angelus called him that once, when Xander stopped him from killing Buffy. I guess the others picked up on it.”
“He shall first be recognised and named by his enemy,” Wes spoke for the first time.
“Wes, what was that?”
“Sorry Angel, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. There was a legend at the Council; I hesitate to call it a Prophecy because no one ever believed it. The parchment pre-dated the Watchers and we always treated it as kind of a joke. Every Watcher was taught about it, but it was never expected to come to pass. There were so many conditions to be met; not least of which was the creation of an army of Slayers. Until Willow’s spell nobody could ever imagine that happening.”
“Do you remember all of it?”
“No but I’m sure I can get a copy from a dealer I know in town. What I do remember was that it dealt with the White Knight of the Slayers leading an army against an evil greater than the world has ever seen.”
“Gunn, maybe you could go with him to the dealer, you both could get to work on it. I’ll head back and check in on Spike. I’ll try to let Fred and Lorne know what’s going on without being too specific.”
“Angel are you sure you wish to involve Spike? He was adamant about not letting them know he was alive.”
“I know that Wes, but that was before. I may not like him but I know how much he loved Buffy. He’ll do anything for her and we may need him if this is going to be as bad as we think.”
“Angel man, from the way they were talking; I don’t think this is about your girl.”
“Gunn’s right, but we aren’t going to get any answers ‘til tomorrow; so I suggest we leave it for now. The dealer I need to see is in the demon district so we should pick up some weapons en-route.”
Gunn and Wes headed off leaving Angel to walk slowly back to Wolfram and Hart’s med-centre, wondering about the anger and contempt in Xander’s voice when he spoke of Buffy and trying to figure out how to explain the night’s events to his Childe and, looking down at the paper Faith had slipped him, when exactly had Xander bought The Hyperion.
Tbc..