Fic: Homeward Bound (5/?)

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Its been a hectic weekend, so apologies for the short posting.

Anne-Lise.

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Buffy fought hard against the Kromaggs. After spending three days 
in a world ruled by Lord Giles, a viciously evil vamp, she'd been so 
spooked that she would happily have taken on Adam and ripped him 
apart with her teeth if she'd had to.
In fact the Kromaggs were a bit of an anticlimax after everything 
she'd been through. The Sliders watched in trepidation as she cleaved 
her way through an entire echelon of Kromagg marines, armed only with 
an axe and a spatula. (The only sharp-edged implements she could find 
in the Welsh cottage they'd spent the night in.)
Colin would never be able to look at eggs the same way again.
"All done!" Buffy claimed, wiping the dust and gore from her 
clothing. "Now let's get what we came for and get out of here!"

*

Quinn scanned the geometry stacks through the director's clavicle. 
Myriad versions of the Earth revealed themselves to him, each 
slightly different to the last. He especially liked the world without 
shrimp.
The clavicle warmed to his touch and directed him deeper into the 
metamathematical realms as defined by each n-spatial geodesic 
probability. Through sheer willpower alone he rode the singularity 
that defined the quantum separations in continuum circuitry, until he 
could see the exact space/time location revealed in the timer's 
memory store for Buffy's universe. He grasped it within his thoughts 
and aligned the quantum flaw with the clavicle's own singularity. 
A gateway formed, opaque, a glass lens separated the two disparate 
dimensions. Perfectly under Quinn's mental control, the gateway he 
held open had none of the raw lightning power of an unstable gate 
despite the tremendous forces held at bay by the ion flow.
Buffy looked up from her fingernails. "Are we there yet? I'm 
hungry."

*

Dawn held one hand against her painful chest wound and peered out 
from behind the hospital bed. Emergency lighting lit up the bitch 
fight between Willow and Tara.
"S...so its true, hell hath..." Tara broke off as Willow blatted her 
on top of the head with a Lucozade bottle.
"Coma meus feces e morra muitas mortes terríveis por doenças 
relacionadas sexo!" screamed Willow, balefire flickering from her 
fingertips. She released a stream of her power towards Tara, but it 
seemed to simply wither and die as an opaque barrier flickered into 
existence between the two battling wiccas.
Willow's eyes cleared as she stared at the lens, impressed despite 
her ravaged feelings. "How did you...?"
Tara shook her head. "I didn't..."
Buffy stepped through the gateway into the hospital room.
"Hi guys!" she said.

*

The scoobs all sat around the coffee table on comfortable chairs in 
Giles' place. Buffy seemed more than a little embarrassed by Willow's 
dreamy smile as it radiated up out of her lap.
"I must say," Giles said as he cleaned his glasses for the sixteenth 
time that hour, "I really should get used to you just turning up on 
my doorstep as if back from the dead."
Buffy smiled as Giles' discomfiture. "It *is* becoming a bit of a 
habit," she agreed.
Giles nodded, smiled, and made a break for the kitchen to de-mist 
his glasses.
"So... Are we good?" Dawn asked, round eyes staring at her sister.
Buffy gave Dawn a noogie that unseated Willow and made her sister 
squeal. "Of course. I love you, you little imp!"
Dawn smiled softly. "So you're okay with Tara being my girlfriend?"
Buffy's mouth dropped open. "Tara's your girlfriend?"
>From the kitchen Giles cried, "Bloody hell!"

*

In the darkness of the shadowy undergrowth an evil presence smoked 
a cigarette amongst the damp foliage.
"The... Slayer," it moaned.

*

End Part 5.