White Knight's War
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BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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6,844
Reviews:
15
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Interludes In The Night
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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Interludes In The Night
The Hyperion Hotel
Xander, Faith and Amy strode into the lobby with Xander carrying, the still unconscious, Dana; looking round the crowded room he spotted an empty couch and gently lay the troubled Slayer down. “She’s going to be out for awhile, could someone find Gray for me? I want him to take a look at her, see what he can do.”
“X, we can handle this, you need to get some sleep if you’re going to be on your best game for Angel tomorrow.” Faith tried to lead Xander towards the stairs.
“In a minute, just let me talk to Sam, see if she’s heard anything from Rome.”
“Oh no you don’t. You start checking up on everyone and you’ll still be down here this time tomorrow. There’s nothing going down tonight we can’t handle.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a bossy streak a mile wide?” When Faith just glared at him in response Xander capitulated, “Ok, I give in. Just promise me you’ll wake me if there’s any news.”
“Of course, now sleep. We’ll take care of Dana.”
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Wesley’s Apartment
Gunn was pacing up and down as he waited for Wes to finish translating the White Knight Prophecy. “So how come we had to go all the way downtown to get that thing? Couldn’t we have just got a copy from Files and Records?”
Wes sighed at the interruption, though he knew he was unlikely to get any further with the translations. “If we’d used Files and Records the Senior Partners would have known instantly that we were interested in this; and if my translations are right that would definitely be bad for all of us.”
“You got it done already?”
“Just about, this language has been dead for centuries and much of it is nuance, there’s no way for me to get an exact translation without knowing the intent of the writer. Some of these symbols have different, and even contradictory, meanings depending on the context.”
“But from the look on your face it’s bad, right?”
“Apocalypse bad, yet again. It talks about a great evil rising from one who was once a great power of good; and that they’ll join forces with another evil – one that pre-dates time itself. From the way some of this is worded I’ve a nasty suspicion that the Immortal may just be one of the Senior Partners.”
“That really can’t be a good thing; but that ain’t what’s got you looking so bad, is it?
You think that this new Big Bad, the one that used to be good, is Buffy; don’t you?”
“Yes, and if that’s the case…..”
“Angel really isn’t gonna take it well. So what about the White Knight stuff and Cordy’s boy?”
“That’s where it gets more complicated and less clear. It says that at the time of the greatest threat a protector will rise. One chosen and accepted by the Primal power of the Slayer line itself and that this chosen champion will be the White Knight of the Slayers and protect the very existence of the Slayer line. There’s talk of a number of trials and conditions that the protector must fulfil; but beyond that it doesn’t really explain what the White Knight will do or how he’s supposed to stop the apocalypse. Just that he will lead an army of champions into battle.”
“Well let’s just hope he know’s more about this shit than we do. I’m gonna see if I can track down Lorne, I figure we may need him to check these people out. See you tomorrow.”
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Lobby of the Hyperion Hotel
All those still awake had gathered round the couch where, a now semi-conscious, Dana was being restrained by four Slayers. Graham sat on the couch behind her, with his hands gently surrounding her temples. As the tormented young Slayer became more fully awake she began to fight and, as the Slayers worked hard to keep her still, Graham’s hands started to emit the soft glow associated with his healing powers. The lines of stress and pain on the former soldiers face let everyone watching know, exactly how difficult this healing was for him and the room became eerily quiet as they all watched and waited – none of them wanting to risk breaking the man’s concentration. After nearly fifteen minutes the glow ceased and, with one last arch of her back, Dana collapsed back onto the couch. This time however she was sleeping peacefully.
Faith looked down at the sleeping girl, before turning to Graham, “Is she going to be ok?”
“Eventually. She suffered a lot of mental and physical abuse and I can’t fix all the damage that caused overnight; but a lot of the psychosis came from the Slayer dreams she got when she was called.”
“How? I mean all the Slayers got them, they’re supposed to guide us, explain our calling, make this easier to understand.”
“Yes but the years of abuse, trauma and the medications they had her on meant that her mind was wide open. Unlike the others she didn’t just get a couple of dreams – every time she closed her eyes she was re-living past Slayer’s lives, and their deaths, all their deaths. That’s why she did what she did to Spike, she remembered him killing two Slayers; she literally felt his hands squeeze the life from her. In her mind the only way to stop him doing it again was to remove the hands which had hurt her before.”
“Damn that’s harsh. How the fuck do we get her past that?”
“She’s going to need someone watching over her when she wakes up. It’ll be a long time and will take a lot of hard work before she’s even close to completely sane. I’ve fixed the worst of the damage to her mind and psyche; and I’ve blocked off the dreams. I just can’t fix all the mental scars that easily.”
“So we help her, be there for her, she’s one of us.”
“Faith she could easily become violent again and for some reason she seems even stronger than most Slayers, you can’t handle this alone especially in your condition.”
“She won’t have to,” Kennedy stepped between Faith and Graham and then sat on the couch; taking one of Dana’s hands she began absently stroking it as she continued, “I’ll help, I need to have something to focus on besides the battle. Besides it’s what Willow would’ve wanted.”
Graham looked like he was going to argue but a yawn overtook him before he could begin to speak. Remembering how exhausted healing always left the man, Faith decided to take charge. “We are going to put Dana to bed and stay with her. If we need help there’s plenty of people here we can ask. You soldier boy are going upstairs to Xander and you’re going to sleep. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am!” he replied with a wry smile and a mock salute but, knowing she was right, he simply headed for the upper floors and much needed sleep.
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Wolfram and Hart Med-Centre
As Angel approached Spike’s room he could hear his Childe arguing with Fred and knew that if Spike was demanding fags and booze so vehemently he must be on the road to recovery. They broke off their bickering as he entered the room, but he gestured them both to silence. Moving swiftly about the room, he first disabled the electronic surveillance equipment, and then he drew on all his meagre magical abilities to set up wards to prevent mystical eavesdropping.
When he’d finished Spike raised an eyebrow and asked, “Hiding from the bosses?”
“Something like that.”
“So what happened? Did you get little Miss Psycho Slayer all safely locked up?” Spike gestured towards Angel with his heavily bandaged arms, the movement causing his face to be wracked with pain.
Before answering Spike Angel turned to Fred, “Is he going to be ok?”
“Yeah the shamans got everything re-attached but the healing means he’s gonna be in a lot of pain for awhile.”
“That’s why I wanted the JD, now tell me about the girl.”
“Angel they said he shouldn’t mix alcohol with his meds.”
“Still in the room, and hey I’m a vampire don’t think I’m in any danger from an OD.”
“No alcohol Spike, not right now. I think you’re going to want to be sober to hear this. Fred pull up another chair, this could take awhile.”
Angel told them both everything that had happened after Spike had been rushed away; from Andrew’s seeming condemnation of Wolfram and Hart to Xander’s arrival and the revelations he’d made. Fred sat silently throughout but Spike issued a string of profanities on hearing of Willow’s death and crowed with delight when hearing of Andrew’s screams. When Angel finished he looked at them both awaiting their reactions.
Fred spoke first, “I don’t really know what to think, I don’t really know any of these folks but if you think we should trust them then that’s ok by me. I’m gonna leave you two to talk now ‘cos I figure there’s a bit you want to say and I need some sleep if I’m gonna go with you tomorrow.” She headed out the door pausing only to kiss Spike softly on the cheek and squeeze Angel’s shoulder as she passed by.
After several minutes of waiting for Spike to speak and becoming increasingly frustrated, Angel finally demanded, “Well?”
“I’m thinking. Can tell you believed the whelp, wouldn’t have bothered with all the wards and such otherwise, and it’s not much of a stretch – believing them that runs this place are evil. It’s the other stuff.”
“Buffy not being a Slayer, not being there.”
“Nah, don’t rightly know what the boy meant by that, but we’ll find out tomorrow. Was thinking ‘bout Red, powerful as she was, what in hell could’ve taken her out? Didn’t think there was anyone or anything with enough juice to pull that off. Then there’s the boy, losing Red could put him over the edge, always had a touch of the dark that one, makes him dangerous.” Spike grimaced again, intense pain showing on his drawn face, “Not gonna find out tonight, so I’m gonna take some more of those pills your vamp-doc left and try and get a bit of rest before the storm hits.”
With that final comment Spike rested back against the pillows, Angel helped him take his meds and sank back down into the chair beside the bed. Settling down for a long night watching his Childe sleep and wondering what more revelations tomorrow’s meeting would bring.
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Penthouse At The Hyperion Hotel
Graham slipped naked beneath the sheets and was just about to turn off the light when he heard a small groan escape from his sleeping lover’s mouth. Stilling his arm, he moved more fully onto the bed and gazed down at Xander; wondering again at the power this man had over him.
Graham had always known he was gay but, between small town prejudice and the military’s ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy, he’d never had a serious relationship. He’d had plenty of sex but, before Xander, they’d just been bodies in the night. Mindless, faceless nobodies there just to fuck and forget. Xander had been different from the start, he’d touched something deep inside Graham, made a connection to the former soldier’s forgotten heart; offered him friendship, made him laugh and feel and eventually love.
Since everything had started to go wrong six months ago, when the betrayals had first started, the laughter, that had always been such an essential part of Xander, had nearly gone and Graham had begun to fear for his love. Xander had, day by day, become harder, more withdrawn and his face seemed permanently etched with sorrow and pain.
The only time Graham saw the man he’d fallen for was here, in their bed. When Xander slept the stress slipped away and his beautiful face seemed at peace. As if sensing his lover’s gaze upon him, one chocolate eye flickered open, “Gray.”
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
Still only partially awake Xander’s reply was incoherent, “Was… will again…Dana?”
“She’ll be ok. No more questions, Faith’s orders.”
“Faith’s scary….c’mere.”
“You’re too tired for anything but sleep.”
More awake now, lust starting to replace fatigue, “Never that tired. Need you, always need you.”
One brown eye locks with two steely blue, passion flaring between them; lips pressing together, open mouthed kisses, tongues tangling, arms wrapping two bodies so close together they become one; moans spilling into the night air, love filling two hearts. Rest can come later; right now they both need this, need each other, more than any thing. This is what completes them, makes them whole.
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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Interludes In The Night
The Hyperion Hotel
Xander, Faith and Amy strode into the lobby with Xander carrying, the still unconscious, Dana; looking round the crowded room he spotted an empty couch and gently lay the troubled Slayer down. “She’s going to be out for awhile, could someone find Gray for me? I want him to take a look at her, see what he can do.”
“X, we can handle this, you need to get some sleep if you’re going to be on your best game for Angel tomorrow.” Faith tried to lead Xander towards the stairs.
“In a minute, just let me talk to Sam, see if she’s heard anything from Rome.”
“Oh no you don’t. You start checking up on everyone and you’ll still be down here this time tomorrow. There’s nothing going down tonight we can’t handle.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a bossy streak a mile wide?” When Faith just glared at him in response Xander capitulated, “Ok, I give in. Just promise me you’ll wake me if there’s any news.”
“Of course, now sleep. We’ll take care of Dana.”
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Wesley’s Apartment
Gunn was pacing up and down as he waited for Wes to finish translating the White Knight Prophecy. “So how come we had to go all the way downtown to get that thing? Couldn’t we have just got a copy from Files and Records?”
Wes sighed at the interruption, though he knew he was unlikely to get any further with the translations. “If we’d used Files and Records the Senior Partners would have known instantly that we were interested in this; and if my translations are right that would definitely be bad for all of us.”
“You got it done already?”
“Just about, this language has been dead for centuries and much of it is nuance, there’s no way for me to get an exact translation without knowing the intent of the writer. Some of these symbols have different, and even contradictory, meanings depending on the context.”
“But from the look on your face it’s bad, right?”
“Apocalypse bad, yet again. It talks about a great evil rising from one who was once a great power of good; and that they’ll join forces with another evil – one that pre-dates time itself. From the way some of this is worded I’ve a nasty suspicion that the Immortal may just be one of the Senior Partners.”
“That really can’t be a good thing; but that ain’t what’s got you looking so bad, is it?
You think that this new Big Bad, the one that used to be good, is Buffy; don’t you?”
“Yes, and if that’s the case…..”
“Angel really isn’t gonna take it well. So what about the White Knight stuff and Cordy’s boy?”
“That’s where it gets more complicated and less clear. It says that at the time of the greatest threat a protector will rise. One chosen and accepted by the Primal power of the Slayer line itself and that this chosen champion will be the White Knight of the Slayers and protect the very existence of the Slayer line. There’s talk of a number of trials and conditions that the protector must fulfil; but beyond that it doesn’t really explain what the White Knight will do or how he’s supposed to stop the apocalypse. Just that he will lead an army of champions into battle.”
“Well let’s just hope he know’s more about this shit than we do. I’m gonna see if I can track down Lorne, I figure we may need him to check these people out. See you tomorrow.”
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Lobby of the Hyperion Hotel
All those still awake had gathered round the couch where, a now semi-conscious, Dana was being restrained by four Slayers. Graham sat on the couch behind her, with his hands gently surrounding her temples. As the tormented young Slayer became more fully awake she began to fight and, as the Slayers worked hard to keep her still, Graham’s hands started to emit the soft glow associated with his healing powers. The lines of stress and pain on the former soldiers face let everyone watching know, exactly how difficult this healing was for him and the room became eerily quiet as they all watched and waited – none of them wanting to risk breaking the man’s concentration. After nearly fifteen minutes the glow ceased and, with one last arch of her back, Dana collapsed back onto the couch. This time however she was sleeping peacefully.
Faith looked down at the sleeping girl, before turning to Graham, “Is she going to be ok?”
“Eventually. She suffered a lot of mental and physical abuse and I can’t fix all the damage that caused overnight; but a lot of the psychosis came from the Slayer dreams she got when she was called.”
“How? I mean all the Slayers got them, they’re supposed to guide us, explain our calling, make this easier to understand.”
“Yes but the years of abuse, trauma and the medications they had her on meant that her mind was wide open. Unlike the others she didn’t just get a couple of dreams – every time she closed her eyes she was re-living past Slayer’s lives, and their deaths, all their deaths. That’s why she did what she did to Spike, she remembered him killing two Slayers; she literally felt his hands squeeze the life from her. In her mind the only way to stop him doing it again was to remove the hands which had hurt her before.”
“Damn that’s harsh. How the fuck do we get her past that?”
“She’s going to need someone watching over her when she wakes up. It’ll be a long time and will take a lot of hard work before she’s even close to completely sane. I’ve fixed the worst of the damage to her mind and psyche; and I’ve blocked off the dreams. I just can’t fix all the mental scars that easily.”
“So we help her, be there for her, she’s one of us.”
“Faith she could easily become violent again and for some reason she seems even stronger than most Slayers, you can’t handle this alone especially in your condition.”
“She won’t have to,” Kennedy stepped between Faith and Graham and then sat on the couch; taking one of Dana’s hands she began absently stroking it as she continued, “I’ll help, I need to have something to focus on besides the battle. Besides it’s what Willow would’ve wanted.”
Graham looked like he was going to argue but a yawn overtook him before he could begin to speak. Remembering how exhausted healing always left the man, Faith decided to take charge. “We are going to put Dana to bed and stay with her. If we need help there’s plenty of people here we can ask. You soldier boy are going upstairs to Xander and you’re going to sleep. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am!” he replied with a wry smile and a mock salute but, knowing she was right, he simply headed for the upper floors and much needed sleep.
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Wolfram and Hart Med-Centre
As Angel approached Spike’s room he could hear his Childe arguing with Fred and knew that if Spike was demanding fags and booze so vehemently he must be on the road to recovery. They broke off their bickering as he entered the room, but he gestured them both to silence. Moving swiftly about the room, he first disabled the electronic surveillance equipment, and then he drew on all his meagre magical abilities to set up wards to prevent mystical eavesdropping.
When he’d finished Spike raised an eyebrow and asked, “Hiding from the bosses?”
“Something like that.”
“So what happened? Did you get little Miss Psycho Slayer all safely locked up?” Spike gestured towards Angel with his heavily bandaged arms, the movement causing his face to be wracked with pain.
Before answering Spike Angel turned to Fred, “Is he going to be ok?”
“Yeah the shamans got everything re-attached but the healing means he’s gonna be in a lot of pain for awhile.”
“That’s why I wanted the JD, now tell me about the girl.”
“Angel they said he shouldn’t mix alcohol with his meds.”
“Still in the room, and hey I’m a vampire don’t think I’m in any danger from an OD.”
“No alcohol Spike, not right now. I think you’re going to want to be sober to hear this. Fred pull up another chair, this could take awhile.”
Angel told them both everything that had happened after Spike had been rushed away; from Andrew’s seeming condemnation of Wolfram and Hart to Xander’s arrival and the revelations he’d made. Fred sat silently throughout but Spike issued a string of profanities on hearing of Willow’s death and crowed with delight when hearing of Andrew’s screams. When Angel finished he looked at them both awaiting their reactions.
Fred spoke first, “I don’t really know what to think, I don’t really know any of these folks but if you think we should trust them then that’s ok by me. I’m gonna leave you two to talk now ‘cos I figure there’s a bit you want to say and I need some sleep if I’m gonna go with you tomorrow.” She headed out the door pausing only to kiss Spike softly on the cheek and squeeze Angel’s shoulder as she passed by.
After several minutes of waiting for Spike to speak and becoming increasingly frustrated, Angel finally demanded, “Well?”
“I’m thinking. Can tell you believed the whelp, wouldn’t have bothered with all the wards and such otherwise, and it’s not much of a stretch – believing them that runs this place are evil. It’s the other stuff.”
“Buffy not being a Slayer, not being there.”
“Nah, don’t rightly know what the boy meant by that, but we’ll find out tomorrow. Was thinking ‘bout Red, powerful as she was, what in hell could’ve taken her out? Didn’t think there was anyone or anything with enough juice to pull that off. Then there’s the boy, losing Red could put him over the edge, always had a touch of the dark that one, makes him dangerous.” Spike grimaced again, intense pain showing on his drawn face, “Not gonna find out tonight, so I’m gonna take some more of those pills your vamp-doc left and try and get a bit of rest before the storm hits.”
With that final comment Spike rested back against the pillows, Angel helped him take his meds and sank back down into the chair beside the bed. Settling down for a long night watching his Childe sleep and wondering what more revelations tomorrow’s meeting would bring.
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Penthouse At The Hyperion Hotel
Graham slipped naked beneath the sheets and was just about to turn off the light when he heard a small groan escape from his sleeping lover’s mouth. Stilling his arm, he moved more fully onto the bed and gazed down at Xander; wondering again at the power this man had over him.
Graham had always known he was gay but, between small town prejudice and the military’s ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy, he’d never had a serious relationship. He’d had plenty of sex but, before Xander, they’d just been bodies in the night. Mindless, faceless nobodies there just to fuck and forget. Xander had been different from the start, he’d touched something deep inside Graham, made a connection to the former soldier’s forgotten heart; offered him friendship, made him laugh and feel and eventually love.
Since everything had started to go wrong six months ago, when the betrayals had first started, the laughter, that had always been such an essential part of Xander, had nearly gone and Graham had begun to fear for his love. Xander had, day by day, become harder, more withdrawn and his face seemed permanently etched with sorrow and pain.
The only time Graham saw the man he’d fallen for was here, in their bed. When Xander slept the stress slipped away and his beautiful face seemed at peace. As if sensing his lover’s gaze upon him, one chocolate eye flickered open, “Gray.”
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
Still only partially awake Xander’s reply was incoherent, “Was… will again…Dana?”
“She’ll be ok. No more questions, Faith’s orders.”
“Faith’s scary….c’mere.”
“You’re too tired for anything but sleep.”
More awake now, lust starting to replace fatigue, “Never that tired. Need you, always need you.”
One brown eye locks with two steely blue, passion flaring between them; lips pressing together, open mouthed kisses, tongues tangling, arms wrapping two bodies so close together they become one; moans spilling into the night air, love filling two hearts. Rest can come later; right now they both need this, need each other, more than any thing. This is what completes them, makes them whole.
Tbc….