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Book: Two Title: Restorations Chapter Three Pairings: KW/KL, W/B, J/G, G/X, J/G/X Crossover: ER, BtVS, XtWP Spoilers: ER: Season 7 & Rumors of 8, BtVS: Season 6, XtWP Season 5 and TLFENH Beta Reader: Scotty Welles Summary: A set of events starts a tidal wave that is unstoppable. Disclaimer: Warner Bros owns ER, Universal own XtWP, and Paramount now owns BtVS otherwise known as the show formally known as WB. <><><><><><><> His hands slid down her body, his soft whispers hypnotizing in her ears. Temptations dancing across her mind, powers that she could now harness teasing her imagination. "I can give you so much more, my love. Power beyond your dreams, slaves bowing to your every command. Let go, and embrace your abilities. Why fight that which you want, that makes you who you are?" His fangs nipped at her neck, hands... "Come on, wake up. Willow!!" She gasped out, holding her lover against her sweaty, trembling body. The darkness was seeping into her soul, making it harder and harder to control. With a desperate need to be grounded, she pummeled their lips together, slamming the shuddering, moaning Slayer to the mattress. She let out a deep-throated growl as... <><><><><><><> ....she responded to his aggressive behavior. His conscience screamed out at him, begging him to get away before he gave in to the throbbing power beckoning to him. He flung himself back, his eyes too blurred to notice the disappointed surprise on Gabrielle's face. He flew past her into the woods, running from the very thing he was scared of the most. He sensed the eyes on him, and glided to a stop. "Who are you?" he demanded. The shadow stepped into the thin stream of moonlight, his face partially hidden in the darkness, but Joxer recognized him immediately. "I believe you already know the answer to that question...Guardian." A strange peace settled over his soul, easing his mind and body. "You're the guy from my vision." "Romulus." He frowned at the vampire, the name ringing a bell somewhere in the back of his mind. "Isn't that..." <><><><><><><> "...some sort of god?" The vampire bowed to her in an exaggerated manner, his shirt shimmering under the silver light. "You flatter me, my love." "And you didn't answer my question." "Possibly, but it is of no concern of mine." 'Smooth.' Kerry smiled in ill humor, not at all effected by the man's supposed seduction attempts. There was no doubt that he had no problem getting who he wanted, but she was almost forty years old, and the Guardian of her second Slayer. She had more experience with the dark forces in her pinkie than most Watcher's had in a lifetime. Not merely the supernatural variety, but the equally limitless human capacity for mortal harm that paraded through her ER. She subtly scanned the hospital's parking garage to make sure no one else was around that could get hurt. Satisfied that she could end this without any innocent casualties, she turned her attention back to him. "Let me guess," she drawled with infinite sarcasm. "You're older than time, and have a foolproof plan to bring Hell to Earth. You want me to join you and stand by your side. In exchange, you will give me my heart's desires. People to wait on me hand and foot, my one true love, blah blah blah. If only I'll embrace my dark side." She mimicked a 'Darth Vader' heavy breath. "Right?" He swallowed and nodded hesitantly. "Er, something like that." She cocked her eyebrow at him and smirked darkly. With a twist of her right hand, her crutch thrust forward, a wooden dagger slicing out of the tip and through his heart. A gurgle erupted from his mouth as he stared at her in wide-eyed shock, finally bursting into a cloud of black dust. "I've already embraced my dark side, 'my love'..." she muttered in a perfect impression of a Greek accent. "Founded Rome my ass. Men." She stared at the nearby column, rolling her eyes. "And you were a lot of help!" A sheepish Kim approached her. "Oh please, you had that guy from the second he appeared." "Still..." "...and I can't believe you. I thought we had a talk about your playing with the bad guys?" She chuckled at her lover's antics. "Come on, let's..." <><><><><><><> "...get you home." She stared at the spot where Remus had disappeared, her body shaking slightly at the feelings he'd provoked. He'd spoken so softly, talking about his twin brother, and everything they could give her. One side of her personality was jumping up and down, yelling with joy at the chance. The other wanted nothing more than to kill the bastard. "Willow..." She collapsed into her lover's arms, savoring the safety she felt as Buffy carried her inside the house. Sleep blanketed her mind, pulling her into the deep recesses of a land she was now weary of. Even in the midst of the swirls of the invasive form of Remus, the blankness of her mind took over, drowning him from her subconscious. The impossible depths of his eyes haunted her mind, reminding her of Oz, but not sparking the passion that she only seemed to find in the arms of another woman. The soft exquisiteness that made her feminine, caresses that only another woman could know, the deep wet wells of her mouth. Drawing her in, touching a part of her soul, setting her on fire in the late shadows of her mind. Burning heat lighting a fire low in her belly, spreading, flaming, blazing out of control. Silky, hairless skin skimming across skin. Unimaginable touches that... <><><><><><><> ....he would die for, just to experience in a haze of animal instinct. The blankness lifted from his mind. The fading form of the invader growling out at him, angry at his uncooperative state. Minor tinges of anxiety reminded him of the repercussions that was sure to follow, but the knowledge of an undisturbed sleep pulled him deeper into slumber. "Did you feel him?" a female voice whispered. "Yes," her companion replied. "Whoever this Romulus is, he's going to pay for messing with him." "At least we're in agreement." "I'll even let you be the one to dust him." The voice snorted. "By the time I get through with him he'll be..." <><><><><><><> "...begging me to dust him. The pig." Kim laughed into her neck. "There's just one problem." "What?" she muttered, her hand taking a detour up the thigh spooned against hers. "The last time I checked, Romano wasn't a Demon." "That's a matter of perspective," Kerry snorted in outrage. "You haven't known him as long as I have." Slayer sense or not, she had no doubt that the little prick was some sort of Hell Demon. Probably some sort of hybrid, maybe a failed succubus. All that mattered was that she was going to prove he was the evil incarnate that she knew to be true. "Kerry..." Kim warned at the thoughts speeding through her brain. "What?" "Don't 'what' me. He's as human as you or me..." Kim sighed at the look Kerry gave her over her shoulder. "All right, bad example. My point is that we can't just go around and kill anybody and everybody that gets on your nerves." She let out a mock sigh. "I guess I'd better throw those arsenic and chocolate chip cookies I made for Malucci away." "That's not funny," Kim scolded. "I'm worried about these flashes of rage you've been having lately. They're excessive, even for you." Kerry ignored her concern. "I still think it would..." <><><><><><><> "...be justifiable homicide." Giles rubbed his sleep-blurred eyes and checked the VCR clock, flashing 4:52 A.M. in angry green letters. Buffy pretended she didn't notice the way he pointedly stared at it. She loved the older man as a father, but letting him sleep wasn't on her list of priorities at the moment. "Nevertheless, you can't just go hunt this guy down." "Why not? All I have to do is introduce him to Mr. Pointy, and poof...no more bad guy." Giles, finally excepting his sleepless fate, moved into the open kitchen and started the process of making his morning tea. "First of all, I take it you don't know anything about this Remus?" At her nod, he continued. "We have no idea what his plans are, or what abilities he may have. Secondly, it's five in the morning." "So?" "So, with Willow now dealing with the darker portion of her personality -- and might I remind you she has far less experience at doing so than you do -- she will probably not be too understanding if you're not there when she wakes up. Of course, there's also a chance that her reaction of your not letting her do her job as your Guardian might make her...how shall I say...grumpy?" Oops. She hadn't thought of that. Her entire reaction had been along the lines of: skin the bastard who'd dared mess with her lover, then leave him to choke to death on his own blood. "Oh, yeah. I guess I'd better get back before she wakes up, huh?" "Well, yes, that would be the wisest course of action. Unfortunately, I believe you are too late." She gulped as he pointed over her shoulder. It didn't take a genius to know when you were in the figurative doghouse, and she'd been in it enough while her mother was still alive to recognize the smell of dog food. Slowly, she pivoted and took a protective step away from her stewing lover. In her entire life she'd never felt the raw fear she had at that moment. The anger was a calm cold steam that was coming from the woman she loved, and she wanted nothing more than to run and hide behind Giles Willow's voice was a deadly hiss. "Don't you ever try to stop me from..." <><><><><><><> "...doing my job. I will not be pushed out of the loop anymore, do you understand me?" Both women nodded mutely, and for once Gabrielle kept quiet, sensing that this was not the time to make any sort of cracks. "We would never do that to you," her dark-haired companion assured Joxer. "We were simply worried about you, and this situation with Romulus." He eyed Xena, quietly acknowledging her unwillingness to lie to him about something like this. His anger faded into the background, leaving him ashamed and deflated. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Joxer, relax. I understand." He nodded, knowing her history as Ares' warrior champion. It tore him up to know she was in so much pain over her actions during that portion of her life. That part of her life had made her what she was today. He sat back down on his blanket, berating himself for letting it get the best of him. Xena had it worse than he did, and here he was acting like a child. Well, no more, from this day on he was going to act like the warrior he wanted to be, starting now. 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