ff:The Synchronicity Solution 5

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Title: The Synchronicity Solution
Chapter Five: Sailors Light
Rating NC-17
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Timeline: The Story bounces around in time from 2003 to 2019.
Summary: Catherine Finn likes to help people, human and non-human alike. But
can she save her own granddaughter?
Thanks: Cheryl Hill
Warning: Character death, forced drug taking, NOT FOR THE SQUEMISH 

The Synchronicity Solution
Sailors Light

October 7, 2003. Somewhere at Sea near the English shore.

Martin Turner grunted as he ejaculated deep into the bowels of the redhead.
It pleased him to no end that he was hurting the woman. He hated women in
general. Pulling himself out of the woman, he shoved her beaten body to the
cell floor, wondering why he even bothered to rape the woman anymore. She no
longer fought him. He missed the days when she kicked and screamed and he
had to get one of the lads to help hold her down while he had his way. Hell
some time he still let one of the other lads have a go at her. As long as
they used her more painful back entrance they couldn't get her pregnant. The
slayer was bad enough he wasn't going to nurse maid the witch through it
too.

Still Martin knew enough to be careful. It was one thing to whip the woman
in front of the slayer. God he enjoyed that almost as much as he enjoyed
turning the slayers sister over his knee. He was only biding his time before
he had a go at the girl. For now Quentin wanted that stupid boy, Ben
Timmins, to show her tenderness. He couldn't wait to gut the boy infront of
the girl. He still was furious Quentin had not allowed him to take the girls
virginity. Instead he sat in the back of his office watching the tapes of
them making love in the cabin. He still wasn't sure how Quentin had known
the cabin boy would fall for the girl. 

At least Quentin let him play with the witch. The dyke bitch needed a real
man to teach her a thing or two. Washing himself with a towel he pushed
himself back in his pants and grabbed the redhead by the neck. Picking her
off the floor he pulled her head back with her hair and shoved two fingers
back inside her ass. He loved hurting her more than anything. She grunted
and a single tear fell down her cheek. He knew she was biting her lip to
keep from screaming. He continued to worm his fingers inside her. "Nurse,
give her the candy." Martin laughed as his fingers continued causing her
pain.

The fifty-year-old female watcher and nurse rose from the back of the room.
She enjoyed watching Martin torture the girls almost as much as Martin did.
Martin added another finger as the nurse yanked Willows arm out. Pinning the
arm in her lap the nurse covered the arm in alcohol making sure to splash as
much as possible across her still healing back. Martin kept her back open
most of the time between his other forms of torture. The nurse then found
the vein and gave Willow her candy. Her heroin. At this point Willow longed
for the daily dose if for no other reason than to ease the constant pain
that Martin made sure she stayed in. 

As the warmth of her latest fix washed over her, Willow calmed and began to
rock with Martins fingers. He hated it when she appeared to enjoy herself
which was why she was doing it. Even drugged and in pain she never stopped
trying to find small ways to rebel.

Angry the witch wasn't begging him to stop he pulled his fingers free and
whipped her ass with his belt. "Oh daddy that feels good." Willow said
smiling. She knew how much he hated it when she called him daddy.

"Get the bitch out of here!" He screamed before kicking her in the stomach.
Willow was picked up and dragged back to the cell smiling the whole way. She
had got to him again and she was happy. It was the only thing she lived for
these days besides Buffy. 

Willow crawled back into the cell knowing better than to try and stand.
Buffy was hugging herself. Buffy hated to let them see her cry so she would
just rock on her sleeping bag while they tortured Willow. They were
extremely careful not to torture Buffy now that she was so close to the
birth. They also had increased their diet. At least they were fed well and
often. They had stopped punishing Buffy for pissing herself and they emptied
the piss bucket three times a day now. They kept the cell extremely clean at
all times. But they still only removed them one at a time and only once a
day.

Dawn was only allowed to see them once a week now. But they were given
magazines and books to read as well as extra blankets. They had even put a
cot in the room for Buffy. Now that she was eight months pregnant it was
hard for her to get off the ground. 

Willow crawled to her mat next to Buffy's cot. She was higher than a kite.
She was hoping to just lay on her mat and let the world pass by.

"Did he rape you again?" Buffy asked. She knew the answer. She could smell
him on her. 

"Yes, up the ass again." Willow said frankly. There was no reason to lie to
Buffy anymore.

Buffy rolled to the side of the cot as best she could and patted the bed.
"Lay with me."

"Lay with you or fuck you." Willow asked crudely. 

"Fuck me." Buffy said. She always fucked Willow after Martin or one of his
Lads had been with her. She wasn't exactly sure why she did it other than
she wanted to make sure Willow knew love from what the bastards did to her.
She needed to prove her love to Willow. In truth it had come from the first
time they had made love there in the hold of the ship. Now Buffy just needed
to make up for all the pain in some way. Willow didn't exactly feel in the
mood but she new Buffy needed it.

Willow stood up and went to their fresh water bucket. She wetted a towel and
washed herself for over ten minutes. Buffy would have helped her or even
done it, but this was in some way a ritual Willow had started. So Buffy just
closed her eyes and waited for her lover.

When Willow was done she walked slowly and painfully over to the cot and
curled up next to Buffy. The slayer opened her tear filled eyes and Willow
kissed them. Then they just laid there holding each other. There was no
hurry. No rush. There would be no more interruptions until their evening
meal was brought in. 

They lay there holding on to each other, looking deep in the eyes of the
other. Holding on for the hope they still needed to exist in the others
heart. Buffy then leaned herself forward and slid her hand down past her
rounded belly and between Willows legs. Kissing Willow tenderly like she
might break Buffy let her fingers find her clit. Willow's pussy was dry. It
usually was after she was raped and with the large amount of drugs she was
on. Buffy opened her own legs and struggled to get her hand in between them
with her belly in the way. She wet her own hand with her own moisture.
Willow moved her own hand between Buffy's legs and helped her wet it. Willow
was always amazed that the slayer could still get wet for her. That Buffy
got wet for her.

Using her own moisture Buffy wet Willow's tender folds carefully before she
returned to manipulate Willow's clit. The slayer knew what her lover liked
and carefully with the gentlest of movements worked her clit. She would not
penetrate Willow. Since Martin's treatments Willow did not like to be
touched beyond her clit. Martin never touched her their, Martin only wanted
to hurt her. 

So Buffy tenderly touched her until Willow's head moved back and she began
to moan. Buffy increased the pressure to her clit. Willow answered Buffy by
pushing her own hand deep between the pregnant woman's legs. Buffy moaned
deep as Willows fingers thrust inside her. 

"If this kid's head is dented YOU can explain it to Riley." Buffy joked
between moans. Willow laughed and opened her legs wide to let Buffy in. 

"Don't make me laugh. Riley is going to kill me for fucking his wife long
before he notices his kid has dents. Ah, that feels so good Buffy"

"Imagine if we had started doing this in high school." Buffy moaned back.

"The world would have ended and your mom would have never talked to me
again." Willow laughed as she increased her thrusting. Buffy too was
increasing her finger dance on Willow's clit happy her lover's pussy was now
wet and inviting. Happy that she was giving Willow pleasure.

"I never will forget the talk mom and I had the day she caught you and Tara
kissing in the kitchen when I left you two to baby-sit Dawn." Buffy said
before groaning. Willow really was good with her hands.

"I got the lecture from your mom and then from my own. Trust me Buffy, I
thought the dating a musician lecture was bad." Willow said between gritted
teeth. She was close to coming.

"Well at least Tara isn't a musician." Buffy said before exploding into
orgasm. Willow followed clinging to Buffy as she came. They both lay there
breathing hard.

"Will, Tara isn't a musician is she?" 

"She could play me like a concrete pianist." Willow answered kissing Buffy's
forehead. Willow then got up and wet another towel. She always carefully
cleaned Buffy then herself after sex. No matter how beaten, drugged or tired
she was, Willow needed to care for herself and Buffy. And to clean herself.
The slayer knew this had to do with Martin raping her. She had rescued a few
women from rapists in her day; Giles had even sent her to classes on
handling post rape syndrome. He had felt it would help her deal with the
many victims she saved.

Buffy rolled over on her back and opened her legs for Willow. The red head
carefully began to clean the whole of Buffy's body carefully.

())()()()()()()()()()()(()

Quentin Travers and Lauren Post sat watching the woman bath each other after
sex. "I hope you don't plan on showing Martin this footage. His fragile male
ego wouldn't survive." Lauren said sarcastically.

"I have made sure that Martin will not learn they have become lovers just
yet." Quentin assured her. "And if he does find out. Martin is a necessary
evil, but an easily replaceable one. Either way, Martins' service will not
be needed after this project." 

"So why not just dump him out to sea now? The witch and slayer have become
lovers as have the boy and the key." Lauren asked. She really didn't see the
need to continue the torture of the witch. It had served its purpose.

"Lauren we have discussed this before. The witch is the only real danger to
the project. She cannot know what we really plan." Quentin said tired of the
argument.

"Are we that close then?" She asked.

"Two days from now during the full moon. The midwife believes the slayer and
child both will survive."

"And if they don't?" Lauren asked.

"Then she is not the one. The key will find it's way to the champion in any
event."

"So the arrangements for their escape are being made."

"The boy is ashore now making arrangements for their escape."

"And the father?"

"He dies once the ceremony is completed."

"Is it really necessary for Rupert to die as well?"

"All of the slayers support system must be elimenatated. All save the
witch."

"I suppose I will miss Rupert." Lauren said before leaving the office.

Finn Farm, Iowa 2019

David wondered around the farm looking for Dawn. Ryan had said she was in
the back barn. He was surprised to find the barn was a kind of make shift
gym. He was even more surprised to see Dawn expertly punching and kicking
the bag that hung in the corner. He hadn't known that Dawn knew how to kick
box and from her moves she wasn't that bad at it.

He found the image hard to fit with the image of the nerdy young computer
engineer he had fallen in love with. He needed to know what was going on
here. Why Dawn had never told him about her sister and why they refused to
take the girl to the hospital. And the talk of witchcraft puzzled him. Both
Willow and Dawn were techno-geeks. First there was the computer then there
was life. Witchcraft didn't fit the picture in his cop brain. Witchcraft and
cult organizations were usually full of harmless nuts, not people like Dawn.


"Nice job, I didn't know you knew how to kick box?" He asked.

"Buffy taught me." Dawn answered moving away from the bag.

"So how much younger is Buffy then you?" David asked. 

Dawn just stared at him. Not because he assumed Buffy was younger, most
people did. Buffy had not really aged since she was nineteen. No she was
staring at him trying to figure out the answer. She was tens of thousands of
years older then Buffy and at the same time she was a few years younger. Or
at least her childhood memories put her to be a few years younger than the
slayer. Memories of a childhood that never happened.

"I am six years younger than Buffy."

"You're kidding right?"

"No." Dawn said quietly as she laid back on the bench and prepared to lift
weights. David moved to spot her. 

"She looks good for a..."

"Old junkie." Dawn finished bitterly.

"Hey, I don't know what the hell you think I have done, but I wish you would
get over it. I am trying to be the supportive boyfriend guy here. Would it
hurt to not bite my head off?"

"Sorry" Dawn said picking up the bar.

"I know I'm still going to get my head bitten off, but please tell me what
is going on. I am guessing your sister is in some kind of trouble. The kind
where you can't go to the hospital because people either come to arrest you
or some guy named Quido shows up and slits your throat?"

Dawn lifted the bar several more times not saying anything just thinking.
"David she is in trouble but not the kind you think." Dawn said quietly.

"So she isn't running from some pissed off Colombian drug lord." He said
half joking.

"I wish." Dawn said with a great deal of honesty in her tone. She had
fantasized about it being something simple like that. Something where Buffy
would be taken off to jail and spend a decade or two in prison. And she and
Willow could visit her in jail and she would be safe. Maybe fall in love
with a guard or one of the inmates. Then she could get out and get a job at
some fast food place that took convicted felons and she could live with her
or Will and could be happy.

"Wish what?" Willow asked as she and Alex entered the barn.

"That Buffy was being chased by normal old bad guys." Dawn answered moving
off the bench and letting Willow take her place. Alex just stared David out
of the way and began to spot for Willow. 

"I've dreamt about that too." Willow said picking up the bar. "I use to
dream we were being chased by the Mafia, only there was that whole part
about Mia Sobino being the godfathers daughter."

"I thought you were going to make her stop watching the Godfather part 3?"
Dawn laughed as she set up on the leg machine.

"I am just along for the ride, don't blame me tiger." Alex laughed using
Dawn's old pet name.

"I used to have this whole dream where Buffy was busted by that cop that had
a thing for Angel or maybe it was Faith. I never did figure out what her
deal was?" Dawn said as she began lifting.

"What was her name?" Willow asked.

"Kate something?" Alex added, "I liked her."

"You would, didn't she threaten to beat your head in with a tire iron?"
Willow asked pulling Alex down for a kiss instead of the bar up.

"Hey, boyfriend here." Dawn said laughing at David's discomfort.

"Yeah, I noticed that?" Willow said lifting the bar more with her mind but
still keeping her hands on the bar to make it look right. "So David I know
you're a cop, but other than that tell us about yourself."

"If I show you mine am I going to get to see some of yours?" David asked.
The three women just stared at him. "I mean if I tell you about myself will
I get some answers about you?" 

October 9, 2003. Somewhere at Sea near the English shore.

Willow was heavily drugged, far more so than normal. She was also heavily
chained on her freshly whipped back to the cot. And since Martin wasn't
pumping her full of his evil sperm she wondered what was happening. Because
she instinctually knew something was happening aboard the ship. Buffy was
having her baby. Maybe? 

Willow nodded off for a second and then tried to focus again. It was like
pushing her brain through a cheese grater. She managed to focus for a moment
and realized what she sensed. It was magic. A very powerful magic somewhere
near by. She could feel it seeping into her pours. Washing her soul. She was
drowning in it. She was drowning in magic.

And then she heard a sound. A screaming. And the screaming was her. She was
screaming as her soul was being ripped away, drowning in the magic. Grey
magic. She was drowning in Grey magic. She felt her wrist cut as she pulled
her bonds frantically. She had to get away. She didn't know where, she
couldn't think. She couldn't breath she was drowning in Grey magic and if
she didn't leave soon there would be nothing left of her by the Grey magic
or worse.

As the thought of what was worse washed in like the tide, she started
screaming again. Screaming and fighting like a wild animal. Because if she
wasn't drowned within the Grey magic, if she didn't become Grey magic then
she was a danger.

If she leaned too much in one direction she would become White magic and all
would die. And if she leaned in the other direction she would become black
magic and not only would they die but she would enjoy their deaths the way
Martin enjoyed her torment.

She trashed around in the magic water in her mind for hours, days, weeks,
years, she fought harder than she had ever fought before against anything.
And in the end she still lost her way in the Grey magic.

()()()()()()()()()()()()

"Did everything go as planed?" Quentin asked.

"For the most part. The witch almost discovered us."

"So you killed her?" Quentin asked.

"There was no need in the end. She..." Lauren Post stopped trying to find
the words to express what had happened. "I believe she lost her way." She
finished.

"Lost her way?" Quentin almost shouted back. 

"Quentin she was physically beaten. Dozens upon Dozens of magic wards
surrounded her during the ceremony. And you had her drugged near to death.
Is it any wonder she got lost on her way to the ceremony."

"So there is no need for the witch to die?" He asked. He still had plans for
her.

"She did not see the ceremony. She knows nothings."

"Well it seems all our prisoners will escape tomorrow." Quentin stated.

"So soon. The woman needs to rest. The female child is not yet born."

"She is of no importance now. Only the key truly matters." 


"I wear the cheese it does not wear me." Bald Man, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.