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Old Enemies Part 41
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Part 41
The Scrap Book in question arrived at the Watcher House approximately twelve hours after Giles’s phone call. It could have taken longer, but Nina had a soft spot in her heart for the Watcher her late lover had respected so much. She smiled at Collins when he answered the door and simply passed him the package. “Please tell Mr. Giles that I’m happy to have been of service… and I’ll expect the balance to be available by the end of the day.”
Collins sniffed slightly. He was well aware of the sort of work the blonde woman did for his employer, and he knew she’d been very helpful in the past and would continue to be so in future, but… he questioned her loyalties should she be apprehended in the course of her activities. Still, she’d always been well spoken and respectful, and as such, he owed her the same. “Thank you, Miss,” he replied after a moment, “I shall see that he receives your message.”
And with that Collins closed the door, leaving the young woman to depart in whatever direction she deemed fit.
* * * * *
“Okay… so are we gonna do this or not?” Elliot asked, watching as Giles and Willow fussed over the bizarre assortment of items on the large table. There were candles, feathers, a few odd-looking little bones, and even a jar with what appeared to be a preserved lizard of some kind. He peered closer at the last, then jumped a little when the lizard blinked and flicked its tongue out at him. “Urrrgh… uh, yeah. So?”
Trevor chuckled, dragging his guy away from the table. “They’re just making sure everything is in place, El. And the sooner it is, the sooner they’ll be able to get a move on, which means…”
“Leave them alone. Yeah, yeah. I’m just worried about Harris. I mean, I know he’s with Will so he’s probably okay, but…”
The brunette smiled and ran the fingers of one hand through Elliot’s hair. “Hey, why don’t we get out of here. Maybe get a drink or something. There’s a decent pub down the way if I remember correctly.”
Elliot sighed softly. He wanted to stay, but… “And that’s just a really nice way of saying that I’m getting in the way and gumming up the works, isn’t it?”
Trevor shook his head. “Not exactly, but I don’t think there’s any advantage to us being here right now, El. All we can do is distract them and… magic can be kind of dangerous if the ones doing it aren’t focused. Besides, I kind of want to spend some time with you… somewhere other than here.”
“Fine,” he finally agreed, his fingers tangling with Trevor’s. “Let’s go down the pub for a while. Just… can we leave word of where we are? Just in case something…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
Trevor nodded then leaned down slightly, kissing his lover’s forehead. “We’ll tell Collins on our way out. Come on, baby…”
Willow sighed with relief as the two men left. Not that she didn’t like them, but the blond one, Elliot, had been so nervous she’d been able to feel it in the air.
She moved one of the small bones a few inches, then stepped back, giving the table a careful examination. “I think that’ll do it, Giles… we just need to get Buffy in here with the card, and… with any luck we’ll know where the box is in like five minutes.” She grinned.
Giles nodded quickly. “I’ll be praying for luck, then. Considering what we now know, I believe restoring Xander’s memories to be of the utmost importance.” He frowned. “And I sincerely hope that this… misadventure has shown you the folly of resorting to magic with such little forethought, Willow. Honestly, I had expected more of you, especially considering your position within the magical community.”
Willow pouted, hating the disappointment she could hear in her former mentor’s voice. “I… I know, Giles. It was stupid and wrong and… a whole bunch of bad… badness. It’s just… it was XANDER and I…” She sighed deeply. “But that’s no excuse. I know. I got all power junkie for a minute there. I… slipped. But I’ll fix it and… I promise, Giles. No more using magic just because I think it’ll make things easier for me… or for Buffy.”
The Elder Watcher nodded slowly. “I believe that would be for the best, Willow. And you might consider asking yourself why such a course of action seemed reasonable at the time. I understand that you have always had difficulty in refusing Buffy, however as this instance has shown, that is not necessarily a good thing.” He smiled and placed one hand on the young woman’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “And speaking of Buffy, I believe I will have Robert collect her. We must complete this as soon as possible.”
* * * * *
As usual when Willow was casting, there was a light show. She didn’t know why it always happened, but it did. Dawn said it was because she had so much power it bled into the air around her, given shape by her intent. Willow wasn’t sure she agreed with that theory but she figured it didn’t really matter, in any case. At least she had visible proof of her spells working, which was more than most other witches got.
Her solid black eyes watched the rainbow shimmer swirl around the borders of the containing circle on the table, then infuse itself into the gift card in the central bowl before shooting almost to the ceiling. It drove down at the map spread out beneath the spell accessories, leaving a small burned spot before dissipating entirely into the air, most of the power returning from whence it came.
“I think we’ve got it, guys,” the redhead said with a grin. She broke the circle quickly and efficiently then pulled the map towards her after carefully rearranging the items on the table. “Look! It’s only a few miles away!”
Giles smiled his relief. Maybe this would be easier than he’d feared.
* * * * *
Trevor watched as Elliot sat opposite him at the small table, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wood. Finally, he reached out, placing his own hand over the other man’s. “El… you need to calm down, okay? There’s nothing we can do right now other than try to relax and hope for the best, okay?”
The blond stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. “Hope for the best? You have GOT to be shitting me! YOU were the one who was all ‘screw up the time line and end the world’! And now all you can say is relax? How the FUCK am I supposed to RELAX! We… we should be DOING something! Finding Harris or… or SOMETHING!”
Trevor smiled, gripping Elliot’s hand hard. “Baby… there’s nothing we CAN do. The Maiden-Crone and Rupert are on it, right? This is the part THEY need to handle. Unless you have some sort of powers I don’t know about?” He arched a brow then grinned a bit wickedly. “You know, other than the amazing power of suction you showed me again last night.”
And just like that, Elliot found himself grinning too, remembering the many things they’d shown each other until nearly sunrise. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he admitted playfully. “I… you know, you didn’t have to… I mean I know you’re more into, um…”
“Topping?” Trevor arched his brow again. “Maybe so. But there’s nothing wrong with walking the other side of the street every now and again, right? Besides… I think that was something you needed, and…” He blushed, fingers gripping Elliot’s a bit harder. “You know,” he said softly, pitching his voice so Elliot would just be able to hear him over the music, “I’ve never been jealous before. Not ever. Until last night. Until I saw the way you and Robert were… acting… looking at each other. It… bothered me.” He swallowed hard, thoroughly embarrassed.
Elliot’s brow furrowed slightly. “Trev,” he said softly, leaning across the table to stare into the disturbed brown eyes, “I… look. I won’t lie to you. There was something really… appealing about him. Still is, to be truthful. But… I don’t want to mess this up. This… thing with us, it’s important to me. I’m not really sure of where it’s going or if it’s even going anywhere at all, but...” He forced a sheepish grin. “I know we don’t really know that much about each other, and maybe that’s part of the attraction, but I… Shit, Trev, I want us to know more. I want…”
He sighed. “I usually love this part, you know? When you’re just aching to find out everything, when everything is new. The beginning of a relationship is always like… being a detective, kind of. Searching out all those little tidbits of information, finding out this and that… discovering what you do and don’t have in common over weeks, months. It’s… exciting. But I don’t want to take that kind of time with you. I want to know everything. I want YOU to know everything.” Elliot frowned, finally returning the squeeze of Trevor’s hand. “But… there are things I want you to know that I’ve never even really told Harris, and he’s my best friend. And that kind of… scares me. I don’t know how you’ll react, or how you’ll feel about me once you know, and…” He sighed again, his free hand raising the glass of lager to his lips.
The brunette closed his eyes for a moment. This wasn’t the time and definitely wasn’t the place he’d thought to have this conversation. He pretty much already knew everything Elliot might want to tell him, but… he was afraid, too. Afraid that his lover wouldn’t be able to handle the truth of who and what Trevor was… had been. Hell, he’d hoped to put this off for… well, forever, really, regardless of the part of him that had wanted to come clean almost from the beginning.
“Finish your drink,” was what Trevor said as he opened his eyes to meet the pale blue ones that were staring at him worriedly. “This… we need to talk, but not here.” He lifted his own glass, draining it completely of Caffrey’s.
And suddenly Elliot was even more worried about himself than he was about Harris’s situation. At least Harris knew Will loved him, wanted him… HE didn’t know any such thing. He finished his beer slowly, dreading the conversation he himself had initiated. Shit.
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(A/N: This is the first of three or so chapters dealing with Elliot and Trevor. Hope nobody minds, but my OCs are just as important to me as the Joss-verse ones. :) Those who don't want to read Elliot & Trevor, just skip the next couple parts. Thanks. :D)
Part 41
The Scrap Book in question arrived at the Watcher House approximately twelve hours after Giles’s phone call. It could have taken longer, but Nina had a soft spot in her heart for the Watcher her late lover had respected so much. She smiled at Collins when he answered the door and simply passed him the package. “Please tell Mr. Giles that I’m happy to have been of service… and I’ll expect the balance to be available by the end of the day.”
Collins sniffed slightly. He was well aware of the sort of work the blonde woman did for his employer, and he knew she’d been very helpful in the past and would continue to be so in future, but… he questioned her loyalties should she be apprehended in the course of her activities. Still, she’d always been well spoken and respectful, and as such, he owed her the same. “Thank you, Miss,” he replied after a moment, “I shall see that he receives your message.”
And with that Collins closed the door, leaving the young woman to depart in whatever direction she deemed fit.
* * * * *
“Okay… so are we gonna do this or not?” Elliot asked, watching as Giles and Willow fussed over the bizarre assortment of items on the large table. There were candles, feathers, a few odd-looking little bones, and even a jar with what appeared to be a preserved lizard of some kind. He peered closer at the last, then jumped a little when the lizard blinked and flicked its tongue out at him. “Urrrgh… uh, yeah. So?”
Trevor chuckled, dragging his guy away from the table. “They’re just making sure everything is in place, El. And the sooner it is, the sooner they’ll be able to get a move on, which means…”
“Leave them alone. Yeah, yeah. I’m just worried about Harris. I mean, I know he’s with Will so he’s probably okay, but…”
The brunette smiled and ran the fingers of one hand through Elliot’s hair. “Hey, why don’t we get out of here. Maybe get a drink or something. There’s a decent pub down the way if I remember correctly.”
Elliot sighed softly. He wanted to stay, but… “And that’s just a really nice way of saying that I’m getting in the way and gumming up the works, isn’t it?”
Trevor shook his head. “Not exactly, but I don’t think there’s any advantage to us being here right now, El. All we can do is distract them and… magic can be kind of dangerous if the ones doing it aren’t focused. Besides, I kind of want to spend some time with you… somewhere other than here.”
“Fine,” he finally agreed, his fingers tangling with Trevor’s. “Let’s go down the pub for a while. Just… can we leave word of where we are? Just in case something…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
Trevor nodded then leaned down slightly, kissing his lover’s forehead. “We’ll tell Collins on our way out. Come on, baby…”
Willow sighed with relief as the two men left. Not that she didn’t like them, but the blond one, Elliot, had been so nervous she’d been able to feel it in the air.
She moved one of the small bones a few inches, then stepped back, giving the table a careful examination. “I think that’ll do it, Giles… we just need to get Buffy in here with the card, and… with any luck we’ll know where the box is in like five minutes.” She grinned.
Giles nodded quickly. “I’ll be praying for luck, then. Considering what we now know, I believe restoring Xander’s memories to be of the utmost importance.” He frowned. “And I sincerely hope that this… misadventure has shown you the folly of resorting to magic with such little forethought, Willow. Honestly, I had expected more of you, especially considering your position within the magical community.”
Willow pouted, hating the disappointment she could hear in her former mentor’s voice. “I… I know, Giles. It was stupid and wrong and… a whole bunch of bad… badness. It’s just… it was XANDER and I…” She sighed deeply. “But that’s no excuse. I know. I got all power junkie for a minute there. I… slipped. But I’ll fix it and… I promise, Giles. No more using magic just because I think it’ll make things easier for me… or for Buffy.”
The Elder Watcher nodded slowly. “I believe that would be for the best, Willow. And you might consider asking yourself why such a course of action seemed reasonable at the time. I understand that you have always had difficulty in refusing Buffy, however as this instance has shown, that is not necessarily a good thing.” He smiled and placed one hand on the young woman’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “And speaking of Buffy, I believe I will have Robert collect her. We must complete this as soon as possible.”
* * * * *
As usual when Willow was casting, there was a light show. She didn’t know why it always happened, but it did. Dawn said it was because she had so much power it bled into the air around her, given shape by her intent. Willow wasn’t sure she agreed with that theory but she figured it didn’t really matter, in any case. At least she had visible proof of her spells working, which was more than most other witches got.
Her solid black eyes watched the rainbow shimmer swirl around the borders of the containing circle on the table, then infuse itself into the gift card in the central bowl before shooting almost to the ceiling. It drove down at the map spread out beneath the spell accessories, leaving a small burned spot before dissipating entirely into the air, most of the power returning from whence it came.
“I think we’ve got it, guys,” the redhead said with a grin. She broke the circle quickly and efficiently then pulled the map towards her after carefully rearranging the items on the table. “Look! It’s only a few miles away!”
Giles smiled his relief. Maybe this would be easier than he’d feared.
* * * * *
Trevor watched as Elliot sat opposite him at the small table, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wood. Finally, he reached out, placing his own hand over the other man’s. “El… you need to calm down, okay? There’s nothing we can do right now other than try to relax and hope for the best, okay?”
The blond stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. “Hope for the best? You have GOT to be shitting me! YOU were the one who was all ‘screw up the time line and end the world’! And now all you can say is relax? How the FUCK am I supposed to RELAX! We… we should be DOING something! Finding Harris or… or SOMETHING!”
Trevor smiled, gripping Elliot’s hand hard. “Baby… there’s nothing we CAN do. The Maiden-Crone and Rupert are on it, right? This is the part THEY need to handle. Unless you have some sort of powers I don’t know about?” He arched a brow then grinned a bit wickedly. “You know, other than the amazing power of suction you showed me again last night.”
And just like that, Elliot found himself grinning too, remembering the many things they’d shown each other until nearly sunrise. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he admitted playfully. “I… you know, you didn’t have to… I mean I know you’re more into, um…”
“Topping?” Trevor arched his brow again. “Maybe so. But there’s nothing wrong with walking the other side of the street every now and again, right? Besides… I think that was something you needed, and…” He blushed, fingers gripping Elliot’s a bit harder. “You know,” he said softly, pitching his voice so Elliot would just be able to hear him over the music, “I’ve never been jealous before. Not ever. Until last night. Until I saw the way you and Robert were… acting… looking at each other. It… bothered me.” He swallowed hard, thoroughly embarrassed.
Elliot’s brow furrowed slightly. “Trev,” he said softly, leaning across the table to stare into the disturbed brown eyes, “I… look. I won’t lie to you. There was something really… appealing about him. Still is, to be truthful. But… I don’t want to mess this up. This… thing with us, it’s important to me. I’m not really sure of where it’s going or if it’s even going anywhere at all, but...” He forced a sheepish grin. “I know we don’t really know that much about each other, and maybe that’s part of the attraction, but I… Shit, Trev, I want us to know more. I want…”
He sighed. “I usually love this part, you know? When you’re just aching to find out everything, when everything is new. The beginning of a relationship is always like… being a detective, kind of. Searching out all those little tidbits of information, finding out this and that… discovering what you do and don’t have in common over weeks, months. It’s… exciting. But I don’t want to take that kind of time with you. I want to know everything. I want YOU to know everything.” Elliot frowned, finally returning the squeeze of Trevor’s hand. “But… there are things I want you to know that I’ve never even really told Harris, and he’s my best friend. And that kind of… scares me. I don’t know how you’ll react, or how you’ll feel about me once you know, and…” He sighed again, his free hand raising the glass of lager to his lips.
The brunette closed his eyes for a moment. This wasn’t the time and definitely wasn’t the place he’d thought to have this conversation. He pretty much already knew everything Elliot might want to tell him, but… he was afraid, too. Afraid that his lover wouldn’t be able to handle the truth of who and what Trevor was… had been. Hell, he’d hoped to put this off for… well, forever, really, regardless of the part of him that had wanted to come clean almost from the beginning.
“Finish your drink,” was what Trevor said as he opened his eyes to meet the pale blue ones that were staring at him worriedly. “This… we need to talk, but not here.” He lifted his own glass, draining it completely of Caffrey’s.
And suddenly Elliot was even more worried about himself than he was about Harris’s situation. At least Harris knew Will loved him, wanted him… HE didn’t know any such thing. He finished his beer slowly, dreading the conversation he himself had initiated. Shit.
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(A/N: This is the first of three or so chapters dealing with Elliot and Trevor. Hope nobody minds, but my OCs are just as important to me as the Joss-verse ones. :) Those who don't want to read Elliot & Trevor, just skip the next couple parts. Thanks. :D)