Slayer XCilia Chapter Three: Call to ArmsBuffy awoke in her small bed and smiled
because although she wasn’t next to her Faith watched from Spike’s side in the situation room as Buffy was rushed into the medical unit, she had awakened with a sinking feeling in her stomach and went in search of Spike and foundhim running towards the situation room. Now they just stood while they waited for word on Slayer X’s condition and the look on Spike’s face was grim. “She going to be okay?” Faith asked when no reply came she stressed her question. “Right!” she exclaimed and pulled hard on Spike’s sleeve. “I don’t know Kiddo,” Spike answered. “It’s never been this bad,” he explained. “Spike,”
“Sorry Red,” Spike said. “Give
us a moment,” “Do all Slayers…?” Faith started. “No,
but it happens to those like Buffy from time to time, never this bad though,”
“Why? Is Buffy special?” Faith asked. “She
was the one who killed the last Supreme Slayer, so this only means the timeis
near,” “She’s going to be okay?” Faith asked. “Yes,
the Doctors are doing all they can to ease the seizures,” “You love her? Don’t you Doc?” Faith asked half turning to leave. “Go
to class Faith,” Three minutes past eleven that same night,
just as Buffy stirred in the medical cubical she was resting in, a series of
explosion rocked the building. Faith looked up from her computer only in time
to see the thunder come crashing through the window. In the situation room the
map was lit up like a Christmas tree and “Spike to the armory now,” she barked. “Everybody else man your stations!” “Red…” Spike started. “Go protect my people,” “Automate defense status?” she asked. “Perimeter has been disabled, but internal defenses are operational,” Cordelia said as she ran into the situation room. “I was on my way out when they hit,” she explained. “Take
tactical Cordelia,” “Host
Guard,” “What do we do?” Cordelia asked. “Do we activate the hellfire protocol?” she asked. “No not
yet,” “Done,” Cordelia said as steel shutters slid into place all over the building. “Now we
pray,” “Pray, Commander?” Cordelia asked. “That
our primary weapon wakes up,” There was a roar as Buffy dressed only in the remains of her hospital gown plowed through the Host Guard that had stormed the medical ward, with feathers flying and the constant thuds of unconscious angels hitting the floor with a steady rhythm. Slashing out with her hand, a helmet went flying and rolled until it came to a stop at Angel’s feet. “Working through those issues?” he asked with a grin. “Don’t
like Host Guards,” Buffy answered and pulled her suit out from underneath
the bed. “What?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve seen it all before,” she said with a smirk. “Well… Cordelia… yes Cordelia sent me to find… check up on you,” Angel answered averting his eyes. “She got a premonition and called me, thought you’d need my help,” he explained. “Sure you can help Angel, by staying out of my way,” Buffy said in a flat tone of voice and zipped up her suit. “Peachy,” Angel muttered. “Where is Faith?” Buffy asked. “In the living quarters,” Angel replied. “But that’s sealed off,” he added. “They are after her,” Buffy explained as she jumped onto the bed and removed the grate from the air duct. “She’s the next Supreme if my lastfit is anything to go by,” she explained. “I restate, peachy,” Angel cursed. “You coming?” Buffy said and hauled herself into the ventilation duct. “Like I have a choice,” Angel said and followed Slayer X into the ductworksof the Watcher Corp Building. Spike sneaked along the walls in thelabyrinth of corridors that made up the Watcher Corp building. Avoiding the Host Guards roving the corridors and making his way as fast as possible to the armory, he did not possess X’s youth and strength and he would do nobody any good if he got pinned down fighting. Great he muttered checking his clips, his onlytwo clips for the Watcher Corp standard issue hand cannons. “Just freaking peachy,” he cursed in silence as he looked back at the two Host Guards’ he had stuffed into an alcove. “Full of piss, vinegar and the supreme order?” he asked the nearest angel. “Well I like the world just fine the way it is,” he stated and gave it a good kick for good measure. “Then I guess we have something in common after all,” a deep resounding voice said as the Host Guard was helped to a stop. “I was wondering when you’d show up Nighthawk,” Spike said with a grin. “Still wearing sunglasses at night I see,” he added. “Got delayed in the inner city,” Alexander “Nighthawk” Harris said and tossed a pair of sawn off horns to Spike. “Nice,” Spike commented and studied the price. “Real flair Hawk,” he stated. “Let’s go, you can cramp my style later on, but I think we should move,” Nighthawk said and looked up as the high pitched whine of the Host Guard entering their attack run from the stratosphere grew louder. “Armory and then to the roof,” Spike said. “X will be alright, I hope because if she gets hurts it’s my skin,” he muttered as they started making their way to the roof. Buffy waved into the camera as she slid down from the air duct and Willow smiled in the map room, Angel slid down behind the slayer and just nodded at the camera and Cordelia blushed slightly. “You have a good man there Cordy,” Willow said. “I know,” Cordelia said with a grin and stroked the image on her screen. “Where is Faith?” Willow asked as she scanned the monitor wall. “MIA,” a tech answered. “Last seen in the recroom but something blew out the cameras,” he reported. “Shit,” Willow cursed. “Ma’am we’ve incoming,” a female tech said. “Stratosphere attack,” she stated. “Who do we have on the roof?” Willow asked. “Spike and Nighthawk are heading there now,” Cordelia said as the locator map came up on the wall showing the two men as red dots on a floor plan. “They armed?” Willow asked. “Heavily ma’am,” a tech reported. “Then they’ll just have to do,” Willow said as she returned her attention to the wall and watched Buffy make her way through the building. The door was flung upon and Faith sprung into action, relying on brute force and what little she’d been taught since being brought to the Corps she hoped to at least take two or three down with her. But she was stopped with a simple move and gathered into a fierce hug. “Yeah, glad to see you too X,” she muttered as she was carried back into the room and the door behind her shut. “You alright?” Buffy asked as she checked Faith for injuries. “I’m fine, Gee… maternal much?” Faith asked and Angel snickered. “What’s so funny?” Buffy demanded. “You and the word maternal,” Angel said. “Oh very funny,” Buffy said. “Now lets get her to the map room, we can hold them off until the reinforcements arrive from England,” X stated. “Won’t we have to wait kind of long for that?” Faith asked. “Trans-dimensional portals,” X explained with a grin. “Something we stole off the other teams,” she said. “Oh,” Faith said with her mouth gapping. “COOL!” she then exclaimed and X shook her head and sighed. Then the doors exploded inwards and Angel shouted for them to get down. Spike stood on the roof of the Corps building and peered into the star filled sky, his weapons were impressive, huge sci-fi kind of guns that really helped to express his masculinity. But they would last all but ten seconds against the elite squad of Host Guard Angels making their attack run from high above them. “We ready?” he asked. “As we’ll ever be,” Nighthawk answered. “The electric grid should fry some of them, but most of them will get through,” he stated. “Yeah I know,” Spike cursed. “Really wish we had a mage with us,” he cursed. “Well it’s just us rough and tumble old hands to save the world,” Hawk said with a grin. “Just the way I like it,” Spike said with a grin. “Have room for one more?” a distinctly female voice asked. “X!”
Spike exclaimed. “No just happy you are alive so that means Willow won’t skin me,” Spike replied with a smirk. “Kiddo is safe by the way,” X said and nodded her greeting to Nighthawk. “They’re after her,” she added. “Supreme?” Nighthawk asked. “Looks like it, they are hitting us with everything they've got on this plane,” X said. “But if we weather this, she’ll come out on our side,” she explained. “Going soft X?” Nighthawk asked. “Well…” X said with a grin, but then the whine grew louder. “Brace yourselves,” Spike shouted as the first wave of Host Guard slammed into the electric wall surrounding the building. Willow watched from the map room as Buffy and her friends fought on the roof, a losing battle by the looks of it. Angel was being patched up by Cordelia, he’d covered X and Faith’s escape into the map room. Then X had handed Faith to Willow, armed herself and crawled out of the map room after a short moment with Willow. “They’re going to be alright,” Faith asked from where she stood next to Willow. “They are the best Faith,” Willow said. “But it doesn’t look good,” Faith said. “I know Faith,” Willow nodded. “Can’t you do anything?” Faith asked. “No,” Willow said sadly. “Anything I can do?” Faith asked with wide eyes. “Not this time,” Willow said. “You are the supreme now and you must be protected… for now,” Willow said. “But you are so smart…” Faith said near tears. “All this… death because of me?” she stammered. “I know… the feeling,” Willow sighed as she saw X take a hit and felt her stomach tightening. Turning away from the monitors she shut everything out and focused, but the sound of Faith’s crying kept breaking through her walls. “Ma’am,” a tech reported. “Yes?” Willow asked. “Reinforcements are coming through on the lower levels, but they are having a hard time getting to the top levels,” he reported. “Thank you David,” Willow said through closed eyes. “Willow?” Cordelia asked. “Don’t do it,” she pleaded. “It’s not worth it,” she said, but there was a pang of sadness in her voice. There was an explosion as Willow ripped up through the roof of the map roomin a flurry of telekinetic energy. “Patch that,” Angel said and got to his feet, supported by Cordelia. “Get me status reports and com links with the reinforcements,” he ordered. “Can I do anything?” Faith asked and Angel smiled. “Get me something with caffeine,” he said and Faith nodded firmly. Cordelia smiled at Angel as she helped button his uniform. There was a roar as Willow burst through the roof of the Corps building, sending pieces of the reinforced metal flying in all directions. Her first telekinetic wave flattened and ripped at the Host Guard. “Get away from my people,” she roared before looking up at the sky where more Host were pouring onto the roof. “Be gone,” she thundered and an invisible dome surrounded the building making the Host go splat against it. X, Spike and Nighthawk froze at the sight of Willow’s fury, she’d always been the most normal of them all, no powers all brains, or so they had thought. When the reinforcements piled onto the roof, Willow collapsed and Buffy was the first at her side and gathering her up into her arms as the soldiers flowed around her. The next thing she knew Faith was kneeling down next to her and Willow. “I’m sorry…” Faith said in a trembling voice. “I didn’t…” she was cut of as Buffy gathered the young Slayer into a fierce hug. “It’s alright Kiddo,” Buffy said. “Going…
soft?” “Guess so,” Buffy said with smile. “Air…” Faith croaked and Buffy sheepishly let go of her. “Gee mushy much?” Faith asked. “Oh that’s just so sweet,” Cordelia coed with a smile. “Please,” Both Spike and Nighthawk groaned. “Alright
people,” It’s not over yet… Title: Slayer X Part: 3/4 Author: Cilia Archiving: List archivers and anybody that carries my work Disclairment: Saving ones ass, I own very little although this is a far stretch from the usual BtVS and Angel shows |