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Title: IT Chapter: Five/? Rating: R Spoilers: Up to and including the last season shown. Beta Reader: Scotty Welles Summary: Alt-Buffy/IT verse and crossover. What if Willow was the seventh member of the choosen group instead of Ben. Disclaimer: Nope, don't belong to me. <><><><><><><> Summer Of 1989 <><><><><><><> Willow stood up to the elder Irish cop, her body showing bravery that she didn't feel. "I-it's my fault sir, I showed them how to do it." The tall cop pushed his cap back on his head, scratching his bangs as he looked from the dam back to Willow. The muscular cop looked gravely at her, his lips thin and white. "I-i-it w-w-w-was m-m-my i-i-idea...s-s-ir." Eddie walked up solemnly, triggering his inhaler before speaking. "Me too." Bev nodded, throwing her arm around Willow's shoulder and giving her a sideways hug. "I'm in." Stan sighed, and shrugged in surrender. "I guess I am too." Officer Nell shook his head, muttering under his breath. He narrowed his eyes at Richie as he took a position on Willow's other side. He opened his mouth, but clenched it shut when the redhead elbowed him in the stomach, whispering softly. "Beep-beep, Oz." Oz nodded to her. "I was in on it also." "I see. So you're all 'Spartacus'." The senior cop scowled at them. "Anyone else here want to confess or shall we leave that for another time?" Officer Nell pursed his lips together and stared out over the flooded Barrens. "Do you realize what you've done, lass?" Willow kicked her foot against the ground. "Backed up the sewers?" "Aye, lass. This here grey water is dirty water, and the brown... Well, let's just say that it's raw sewage." He eyed the group carefully. "And from the looks of things, I'd say you've been wading around in shit. Now, do yer parents know you play down here?" "N-n-no, sir." "I see. Well, I suppose I should tell them about this..." "No, please." Nell nodded to Bev in understanding. "But if ye take down that dam, then I'll simply report that there was another fallen tree and ye helped move it. However, if ye keep coming down here, promise me that ye'll come in groups. With that killer on the loose, it isn't safe." "Yes sir, we promise," Willow said softly. <><><><><><><> Richie entered the house with Bill, feeling excited and anxious. The house was strangely void of emotions, as though they were drained. Bill took a quick glance around. "M-m-my p-p-parents s-s-should be gone a w-w-while." Richie followed the taller boy upstairs to the closed room, eyeing the door like it led to hell. "Well, what're we waiting for, Big Bill? Let's go in." "M-m-m-maybe w-w-we sh-sh-shouldn't." Richie clapped his friend on the back. "Look, Billy, I know how you feel, but that clown might have something to do with all these killings. And if he's haunting Georgie's picture, then we need to know." Bill swallowed and pushed the door open. Both boys stood inside the doorway, neither wanting to make the first move. The room that had once been so full of life, toys and books scattered around the hardwood floor, was now tidy and dust free, giving it a surreal effect. "Is that it?" Richie pointed to the book in the corner, stained with blood "Y-y-yeah, 'cept it w-was open be-before." "That doesn't mean anything, it closed on its own. Lotsa books do it." Richie sat next to the book and opened it, flipping through each page slowly. Past aunts and uncles, birthday parties and... The pages abruptly became blank. Curious, he flipped backwards. All the pictures were gone, leaving only one picture. A picture of downtown Derry in the 30's. He jerked his hand away at the brittle cold of the album. "Listen, Billie, I don't know what kind of crap you're trying to feed us, but there isn't any picture in here." Bill took the album from him and started to flip through it himself. He stopped on the next page behind the single picture. It had one slip triangle to hold a picture. "I-i-i-it w-w-was h-h-h-here, s-s-see?" Richie frowned at the blank place, barely able to make out a faded outline where a picture would've been. He jumped back as the pages began to flip back and forth by themselves, stopping on the page with the single photo. He leaned forward excitedly to see the picture better. "Look, it's us." Bill looked closely at the two boys in the picture, seeing that they could've been their twins. The figures began to walk towards the canal, ignoring the Plymouth, making a u-turn on the street. The Bill in the picture looked over his shoulder and whistled to a mutt dog that went running past them without a second glance. The Richie in the picture grabbed Bill and dragged him towards the canal bridge. "No, don't go there." The two figures were halfway across it, when the clown popped over the side, his face now resembling Georgie. Blood dripped from his mouth, his teeth growing sharper and longer. "NOOO!" Bill reached for the photo, his hand disappearing into it up to his fingertips. Richie grabbed him and pulled him away, gaping at the now bloody fingers. Miniature paper cuts covering his four fingers in thick shifts. The album slammed shut in an angry motion. Bill wrenched away from him and grabbed the album back up. "Bill, don't. We have no idea what else could happen. Do you want to get hurt?" Bill ignored him, flipping through the pages, leaving bloody fingerprints behind. He pointed to the picture of the canal. "L-l-l-look." The two boys in the photo were gone, but under the bridge was a single balloon. <><><><><><><> On Saturday, Richie found himself sitting in the balcony of the Aladdin Theatre, beside two red-haired women. Both of whom had spent most of the movie chancing lovesick looks at each other when the other was looking. Like always, Oz was clueless. Willow smiled happily as Bev laid her head on her shoulder and propped her legs up on the railing...knocking the enormous tube of extra-buttered popcorn over the edge. All three of them leaned over and watched in horror as it landed upside down on Henry's head. Of all people to be sitting directly under them... The three bullies turned to look up at them, yelling curses that were drowned out by the vampire movie playing on the screen. "Red got one over. Now let's see if the Oz Man can match her?" Both girls gulped as he picked up the jumbo-sized Cherry Dr. Pepper and held it out over the edge. "Oz...." He tilted his hand and a long soda fall drenched the three males under them, sending them into loud rants of rage. Henry pointed up at them and made a run down the aisle with both his friends behind him. "Now what?" Richie asked. Willow slapped him across the back of the head, and sighed. "Now we run like hell and pray that we get away alive!" They darted for the nearby stairs, flying down them and out the emergency exit. Willow slid to a stop in the alley and groaned. It was a dead end, and if they didn't high tail it, then... "Well, if it isn't my future wife," she heard the hated voice. 'And here we go.' Willow gritted her teeth. "I'd die before I'd marry you." "That can be arranged." She rolled his eyes at him, unable to play nice with the moron. "By you? Ha! You're not even potty-trained yet." Henry bellowed and charged her, his fist drawn back. She grinned evilly and lifted the metal lid off the trash can next to her. His fist bounced off it with a sickening TANG! He bent over to cradle the injured hand, and she kicked him in the butt, sending him face-first into the pavement. More angry than before, he started to get up, but she clocked him over the head with the same lid. He swayed for a moment before falling unconscious at her feet. She turned to his two friends with a cocked eyebrow and mischievous grin. "Anyone else want to mess with me?" Vic and Belch walked away with studied casualness, leaving their so-called 'leader' laying in trash. Bev hugged her tightly, pecking her on the cheek with a deep blush. Oz laughed heartily and slapped her on the back. "Come on, Red, let's go get you some ice cream. My treat." <><><><><><><> " I signed the release waiver, so feel free to put things in my slot anytime." - Charles Angels. Odo: Madam Ambassodor, I'm not like you. Every sixteen hours I revert to a liqiud. Lwaxana Troi: I can swim. - DS9: The Forsaken. Aeris Jade Orion list mommy: erslash@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx erslash-adult@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx AIM: Aeris Jade ICQ: 51496263 AT&T/Pow-Wow: Jade Pow-Wow Community: Orion Web Site: http://members.fortunecity.com/aerissword/Index.html |