FF: Synchronicity Solution 9/?

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Title: The Synchronicity Solution
Chapter Nine: Memories Linger
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
Memories Linger


Boulder Colorado March 17 2007 2 am

Alex woke up lying on her stomach. A position she had learned to sleep in
since falling in love with Willow. Surprisingly she was warm. Looking up
Alex moved the coat off her body, it was the only covering she had on at the
time, and looked out the window. She could see a heavy snow starting to fall
through the back seat window. Alex turned her head to the side and took in
the car she had been sleeping in. Magic, was her conclusion, it was far too
warm inside the car, and the windows were extremely clear and not fogged
over, as they should have been. 

"I used just a little magic to keep us warm." Willow said, her pupils still
black-in-black from the casting.

"We could always go back in to the house." Alex said slowly leaning down and
kissing Willow's lips.

"Not done with you yet. I need to do more." Willow said stiffening her whole
body, as her eyes grew even blacker. 

"I am yours, my wife. Do as you will with me." Alex replied before kissing
Willow passionately. After a few minutes Willow pulled away, and Alex rolled
over in the folded down seat of the hatchback. Carefully Alex turned her
body around and assumed the position. She knew exactly what Willow wanted,
and that she would be sleeping on her stomach out of necessity for several
days after this. 

Martin's treatment of Willow had changed her in many respects. When she
could allow herself to have sex, she found she had a taste for some of his
treatment. Both giving and receiving. But unlike Martin, Willow only had
consenting partners. That was so important to her. She needed her partner to
consent, to even enjoy the sexual acts she practiced. Otherwise Martin won,
at least in Willow's mind. 

"Ten?" Willow asked. She knew what Alex could take, and what Alex enjoyed,
and she did enjoy being pushed a little. They had already been playing for a
long time before Alex fell asleep. Now Willow would push her to near her
limit. It was what they both needed now, to kill their fears, to cut their
anger. They both hated running. Hated what it did to their family. Hated
being forced to have sex in a car in front of her mother's house like
teenagers.

"Twenty," Alex said and pushed her ass in the air. The belt swung down hard
across her ass. Will had whipped her earlier and her body was already welted
from the belt, but it wasn't enough for either of them. Willow swung the
belt again and again, hitting her ass each time, making it sting on each
stoke. After ten Willow stopped and reached between Alex's legs and rubbed
her very wet clit for a few minutes then she returned to the hard strokes of
the belt. Alex grunted slowly, and made an inhuman sound that Willow could
barely hear, she always thought of it as Alex purring. On the twentieth
stroke she hit her as hard as she could across her anus knowing it would
hurt. Alex grunted loudly, but besides her purr, and the tears in her eyes,
she said nothing. 

Then Willow attacked her. It was demon mating, and not at all human. Willow
slammed the dildo inside Alex's ass and bit into her left shoulder. Her eyes
glowed like a black light, almost purple, lighting up the back of the car,
as Willow growled in a low inhuman sound. Willow was like a berserker
pounding into her mate. She keep her teeth clamped down on Alex's shoulder,
bruising her, but not breaking the skin, her hips slammed the dildo into
Alex's tight asshole relentlessly, her hand refusing to touch Alex's clit,
instead they tortured her nipples as she pounded over and over with all her
strength into Alex. 

Alex growled back in response to her mate, keeping her ass high and taking
all her mate dished out. 

"I bet you want me to touch your clit. Maybe play with your pussy?" Willow
asked in a husky voice as she pinched Alex's nipple and pounded her ass.

"Please my love, I am yours. Do with me as you wish." Alex replied in what
Willow could only describe as her Banshee voice.

Willow's eyes changed back to the deep green-in-green as she nipped at Alex
bruised shoulder, and then she kissed the bite mark and whispered. "Tell me
what you really want, what will make you cum?" 

"You already know." Alex replied in an amused tone but turned her head to
kiss Willow's lips. Willow's fingers found Alex's clit, and then she pushed
two fingers inside her pussy. Her hand was slow on her clit, while her hips
kept the hard pounding of her ass up. Alex just purred and tossed her head
back moving with Willow's movements. Slowly Willow's hand sped up its
movements, fingers working in and out of her pussy and her thumb working her
clit.

Alex grunted and growled a few times, as did Willow, then Alex howled a low
Banshee scream, her skin lighting up a glowing blue color. Willow too
growled in time with her lover, and they both came hard together. Alex
clasping onto the seat with Willow on top of her. 

In seconds they were both covered by coats and fast asleep. Alex on her side
in Willow's arms.

Macclesfield United Kingdom, October 15, 2003

Mildred Price smiled as she changed the infant's diapers. She loved
children. The baby girl was extremely good considering it was withdrawing
from the same drug it's mother had been forcibly placed on. Mildred could
close her eyes and still see the whiplashes and needle marks on the mother.
She didn't even want to think about the small red-haired woman. She had been
treated far worse than the mother. Her back was a mess and her withdrawal
from the heroin was frightening to observe. She had also helped Dr. Johnson
examine the teenage girl. She had been beaten with a belt instead of the
whip, but her bottom was quite bruised, and her arms and blood tests showed
prolonged use of the same chemicals the mother was on, only in smaller
doses.

Setting the child back in it's make shift crib Mildred turned around to find
the mother watching her carefully. She wasn't surprised; the mother always
woke up whenever anyone went near the child or the redhead. 

"It's nearly breakfast time, your sister, and your sister-in-law should be
coming over from the hotel." Mildred said carefully as she moved around the
room to check on Willow.

"Thank you, nurse." Buffy replied lying back in her bed, she was really too
weak to do more than watch the people around her.

Mildred pulled the covers up and found the little redhead shaking hard in
her bed, taking the glass of water off the counter, she moved Willow around
and stuck the straw in the girl's mouth. Keeping her hydrated was about all
they could do for her here; she needed to be in a hospital. "Come on now
lass, drink." The patient nurse said. 

"Will, drink, do what she says." Buffy said loudly, rolling over in her bed
to watch the nurse with Willow.

"Will giving you trouble?" Dawn said as she walked into the room and bent
over and kissed her niece. She was coming down a little from the drugs as
well, but she was nowhere near effected as much as Willow and her sister
were. 

"Fancy clothes." Buffy commented on the new clothes Dawn was wearing. 

Walking around the room, Dawn moved in beside the nurse and took over for
her. Taking the glass into her own hands and willing Willow to drink from
the straw. "Yes, Kate bought us all some clothes from Wal-Mart last night.
Can you believe they have a Wal-Mart here." Dawn replied excitedly. 

"Where is Kate?" Buffy asked as the nurse moved around and began helping her
sit up and take her own drink of water.

"I was talking to Dr. Johnson." Kate said as she came into the ward. She too
stopped and kissed her niece. Then she placed a stuffed toy next to the
child.

"Still wants us at a hospital?" Buffy asked after finishing her glass of
water. Willow was still struggling with her own; she was shaking extremely
hard, and would throw up most of the water soon. She had all the worst parts
of drug withdrawal at the moment. 

"Willow badly needs it, Buffy." Kate stated frankly, "And so do you. You've
lost a lot of blood with the baby." 

"Kate, you know if we go to the hospital they will track us down. Now have
you heard from Graham?" Buffy said evenly. 

"He is willing to help. His unit found Riley: found the bodies. When you are
well enough to fly, he'll get you all on an army transport if it costs him
his stripes. Those were his own words. But he doesn't dare come near us
until the day you fly out. I can't contact him again. He says things are as
hot as they can get." Kate said honestly.

"So we hide out in England for a while. How long can we safely stay here?"
Buffy asked looking at Mildred as she did.

"Dr. Johnson is a man of his oath, he says you can stay here as long as you
need." Mildred said honestly. She didn't know what kind of trouble the women
were in, but they were in the field of saving people not policemen. 

"Not long." Kate answered but she smiled at Mildred. "We need to get Willow
stable, so we can't move for a few days, maybe a week, but the longer we
stay the greater the risk." 

"Gggggooooo, wwwwithout mmmmme" Willow moaned in pain.

"Never Will, we go together or not at all." Buffy said firmly. 

"I called someone else for help." Kate said suddenly. "They will be here
tonight. They want to see Riley, but under the circumstances, they are
coming here first. Mom knows all about getting someone through drug
withdrawal. She was a good nurse in her time." 

"You told your parents." Buffy said slipping back down in her bed a little.

"It will be alright." Kate replied as she picked up Kimberly seconds before
the child began to cry, the she began to rock her gently, while moving off
to the kitchen to make her bottle. 

York, United Kingdom 2019

James Travers woke up from a horrible dream. He was shaking and covered in
sweat. His father was torturing him at sea. His Uncle Martin was raping some
red-haired witch as he watched the torture. Mostly the faces of all the
people were blurring, but Martin and his father were there. The dream felt
so real to him, like he had stepped into a vision of a past event. 

Pulling himself out of bed he barely made it to the toilet in time to throw
up the last of his late night snack. Wiping his mouth he cringed. What kind
of monster was his father really? He had no doubt in some form the events in
his dream were real. Standing up he came to a decision. Quickly he moved to
his closets and began packing a bag. He needed to get as far away from his
father as possible. He was going to Des Moines, Iowa, in the United States
of America. He didn't know why America or Iowa for that matter. But he knew
it was where he needed to go. 

Finn Farm, Iowa 2019

David Williams adjusted his holster and gun, after putting them on. He had a
pretty sleepless night in the apartment above the barn. The room was nice,
and the bed comfortable. It was his girlfriend he didn't know how to deal
with. Picking up his jacket he pulled it over his holster effectively hiding
it before he heard a faint knock on the door.

"You up?" Dawn asked, partially opening the door. 

"Come in." David replied as friendly as he could. He wanted Dawn to love him
as much as he loved her.

"Sleep well?" Dawn asked walking into the room and sitting down on the made
up bed.

"Not really." David answered honestly and took a seat across from Dawn in a
chair.

"You want to talk I take it?" Dawn said evenly.

"What the hell is going on with your family? Sorry, I mean I am here for
you, I love you, but I don't get either of your sisters." David said
frankly.

"What else? While you're talking, tell me, what else don't you get?" Dawn
said with just a touch of anger.

"Witchcraft, your sister Willow is some kind of witch?" David said as he
threw his hands up in the air.

"Actually I am a sometimes-practicing witch." Dawn said and let her mind
reach out and pick up a book on the dresser. She floated the book across the
room and it landed in her hand. She turned it over to read the title and
then tossed it to David.

David caught the book and just set it back down on the dresser. He had
already seen several examples of Willow's abilities in the last few days as
Buffy recovered from her addiction. 

"So it runs in your family?" David asked seriously. Dawn just burst out
laughing. 

David just let her laugh; it was a nervous laughter that he had seen many
times as a police officer. He didn't know what else to do.

"David I am going to tell you a story you are not going to believe, but it's
all true." Dawn said after the laughter ended.

"First off Buffy and Willow aren't really my sisters. Not in the
conventional sense. Mostly because I am not human in the conventional sense.
I started off life as a mystical key." And so Dawn sat there on the bed
above the barn and told David the complete story of her life. She left
nothing out. Not the running, the magic, the stealing to stay alive. She
told him in detail about the skills Willow and Buffy had taught her over the
years. How to rob an ATM with magic and a computer. How to use magic. How to
kick box or stake a vampire. She told him the complete and honest truth. And
she expected him to run like hell from the nutcase that she sounded like.
Instead, David just hugged her. He wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. 

Heathrow Airport, London United Kingdom 2019

James quickly put his carry-on luggage away before taking his sit. This was
not the first time he had flown, but it was the first time he had escaped
his father's grasp. He was just glad he knew were his father keep the petty
cash he handed out to Martin. James had simply emptied the safe of all its
contains. Even now he didn't know how much money was stuffed in her backpack
along with his passport. That had be keep in the safe as well. 

Leaning back he held his breath, he would not feel safe until the plane was
off the ground. 

"Is this sit taken." A brunette American woman of about 30 to 35 asked him
politely. 

"Yes Madame, I would be greatly pleasure if you would take the sit." James
said formally reflecting his formal education via the watcher's counsel.

"My so formal." The woman laughed but put her carry-on luggage away next to
James and then took a sit beside the boy. 

The two of them stayed silent in there seats, as the buckled up. They
listened careful to the stewardess's general instruction about plane safety.
And when the plane was high in the sky, moving east toward America, they
both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well that was the easy part James." The woman said immediately putting the
boy on alarm. "Once you land thing get tricky."

"How do you know who I am?" James replied between his teeth his anger
showing.

"Back of slayer boy, first off I am you god mother, or I should have been if
you weren't stolen from your mother the way you were. And second I am on
this plan to help you. My name is Cordella Chase. And I came to tell you
when this plane lands in Chicago you father will have people waiting for
you, so you have to get off in New York." Cordelia said with a smile. 

"You're a demon!" James whispered.

"Only part, and by now you must have learned not all demons are evil, and
not all humans are good." Cordella said with a small smile then she touched
the boy gentle. She let the healing glow flow trough him, if the other
passengers noticed they wrote it off as a new video game the boy was
playing. Cordelia reached into the boy's mind and began to heal the damage
Quaint and Martin had infected over the years. She couldn't fix it all but
she could remove some of the hate and fear storied in his mind behind the
gray magic. The magic itself was completely beyond her level of healing. 

After she was done they both said back in there seats breathing hard. "What
did you do?" James asked in a whisper.

"Tried to heal you a little, to take you pain away. I can't fix everything,
but I can help a little. Mostly I am a seer. And not a good one at that. The
powers that be, send me messages, and I send a champion out to fight. I
already have the position of champion filed at present, he is, well my
husband. You're just a special project I volunteered for. Like I said you're
my god son." Cordelia said cryptically. 

"You're an oracle?" The boy asked. 

"No, I have no where near their power, nor am I enslaved to the watcher's
council. I am surprised Quaint let you know about he oracles. On the other
hand I started out human and became a demon by choice to serve in fight
against evil. I actually had a lot more choice then the oracles. Or you.
You were born a slayer." Cordelia said before handing the boy both her
peanuts and his across the seat. 

"And you're here to help me?" James asked again.

"Yes if you'll let me. Right now I just want to take a nap. It's a long
flight." Cordelia said pushing her chair back and closing her eyes. She was
a slept in minutes. James was tempted to just snap her neck, but she was
just sleeping there beside him. And when he reached out with his magic, he
felt her, but he felt a peaceful being, not a demon. 

Rolling over her curled into his own chair, and had his first good night
sleep in weeks. 





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