Into the Future
Author's Note: For those of you who have seen Serenity, which I'm sure you have by now, in this story Wash never died. I am in denial about the whole thing, and this is me in denial. Anyway, sit back and enjoy the show. Oh, yeah and... feedback is highly appreciated and welcome.
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy nor Firefly. And I wish I owned Nathan Fillion. Le Sigh!
Also translations will be at the end of the chapter and thoughts will be in italics.
Buffy rushed towards the demon with all she had; all the while screaming her sister’s name. She swore to protect her and that was just what she was going to do, but in a bright flash of light the demon disappeared; causing Buffy to smack into the wall and quickly turn around to see where he had gone. There was nothing, just an empty cave and her friends who wore shocked expressions on their faces. Buffy could still hear Dawn’s scream echo through her ears and knew then she had failed. Collapsing to her knees, she buried her head in her hands; ignoring the arms that wrapped around her and the promised whispers in her ear. She had no way of finding Dawn now, for all they knew she was in a different dimension all together, but she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. It wasn’t in her nature to, so with that thought in mind she rose to her feet and turned to the red headed witch.
“We need to do a spell,” without waiting for a reply, Buffy stormed out of the cave and headed for the nearest Magic Shop.
Willow would have argued with Buffy the whole way, but with all the years she had known her, this was one of those times where you didn’t. Buffy’s mind was set and there was no way talking her out of it. Willow also knew that doing a spell was the only option for finding Dawn and she would’ve brought it up had Buffy not beaten her to it.
It hadn’t taken them long before they found a shop; Europe seemed to be full of them which was part of the reason why they moved there. Buffy shoved the door open a little too forcefully, banging it against the wall behind it; she received a glare from the clerk but ignored it as she looked for the ingredients she needed. Willow just stood beside her as she pointed out which things she needed, Buffy grabbing them without hesitation. Two bags full later and they were out the door with the rest of the gang in tow; they were on a mission and nothing could stop them.
After rehearsing the spell as best she could, Buffy was now sitting in the center of the candles that were carefully placed just as Willow had instructed. She sat with her legs crossed and her eyes closed as she slowly and quietly chanted the words she practiced just hours before, her mind concentrating on only one thing. Dawn. As her words got louder and faster she could feel the room around her begin to spin and it made it difficult to concentrate, but she was determined. Just as she began the chant for the last time she could feel the magic flow through her body and it was painful. She struggled with the words as the pain increased; digging her nails into the palm of her hands, drawing blood in the process. As the last word slipped past her lips she felt a tearing sensation going through her entire body, causing her to scream out in agony as she felt her body being torn apart and then there was nothing but darkness.
Willow ran into Buffy’s room when she heard the scream and was shocked at what she saw. Where Buffy should have been there was nothing but candles placed in a circle; some had been blown out by some invisible force. Worry filled Willow’s heart as she searched the room in hopes of finding Buffy, but to no avail. She crouched in front of the circle and place a hand where Buffy had been, feeling the warmth that resided there.
“Oh goddess, what have we done?” Willow whispered to the air around her, tears slipping past her lids to fall on a flickering flame; snuffing it out instantly.
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Buffy awoke on a cold hard floor, her eyes burning from the bright lights above; she scanned her surroundings through squinted eyes, noticing a few catwalks above her with stairs that led to each one in some form or another. She rolled over from her side to her stomach, trying desperately to ignore the pain that flowed through her and pressed her palms on the floor in an effort to lift herself up. Getting on her hands and knees, she froze when a young girl with long brown hair knelt in front of her and placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder.
“You came a long way, looking for a lost sister. She’s not here ya know,” the girl quickly looked at the bay door with wide eyes before turning back to Buffy, “she’s coming.”
“What…where…” Buffy stammered as she backed away from the girl.
“It’s okay. No reason to be scared… not yet.”
“Well, guess the spell didn’t work,” Buffy mumbled to herself.
“Oh no, it worked. Just not the way you expected.”
“How do you…” Buffy stopped mid-sentence, not real sure what she was going to ask.
The girl just smiled softly at her, not even flinching when the bay doors opened; Buffy on the other hand couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She was confused about where she was and who the girl was in front of her that the sight before her was almost too much; it was like she was in a spaceship of some kind.
“You know I just wish for once, just once, that a job could go smooth. Is that too much to ask?”
“I’m guessing it is, Sir,” Buffy heard a conversation between a man and a woman as they walked up the ramp to the ship.
At the sight of the man, Buffy quickly backed up only to meet a wall with her back in the process; getting attention of the two people. Buffy was now shaking her head back and forth in disbelief at who she saw, but that didn’t change the fact that he was there before her.
“Who is she? Wash, who is she?” The man asked pointing to Buffy when he saw the pilot walk into the bay area, a confused look on his face.
“My guess is as good as yours, Mal,” Wash replied as he walked to stand next to him.
“Buffy. Her name is Buffy.”
Mal looked at the source of the voice with confusion still on his face and watched as the girl walked in front of Buffy with a look of awe on her face.
“River, care to tell me why she is on my ship,” Mal demanded.
“Don’t know. She just appeared. I saw it, a white light and then her,” River explained as she brushed a strand of Buffy’s hair out of her face.
“Uh huh, well, she can’t stay so…” Mal was cut off by Buffy’s retreat from him when he went to grab her arm.
“I killed you,” Buffy whispered as she stared him down, her eyes cut into slits.
“Okay, well that’s a bit unsettlin’ isn’t it,” Mal turned to his first mate, Zoë who only nodded her approval.
“Okay miss, I don’t know how you got on my ship but here’s where you get off,” Mal said.
“You can’t! She belongs here! She has to stay, it’s important!” River screamed as she blocked Mal’s path to Buffy.
“I ain’t got time to argue with you, I’m the Captain and what I say goes,” Mal loomed over River but he knew it didn’t intimidate her.
“Sir, I understand where you’re coming from, but Persephone isn’t a place to leave a girl,” Zoë interjected and Mal knew she was right, but he didn’t feel right leaving a girl on his ship who claims she killed him.
Mal nodded his agreement, but still reached around River to grab Buffy’s arm. In an instant he found his arm pinned to his back by Buffy and thrown across the bay, landing on a pile of crates.
“Gwai-gwai long duh dong!” Wash exclaimed at seeing Mal fly across the room and Buffy not even breaking a sweat.
“Okay, I don’t know what your problem is but what I do know is…” Mal began as he walked back over to Buffy, only to be interrupted by a fist in the face; causing him to go flying at Wash to land at the pilot’s feet.
Buffy stomped her way towards Mal and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, knocking both Zoë and Wash off of her when they tried to pull her away.
“Where is she?!”
Buffy brought her fist down on his face over and over again as she demanded to know where her sister was. She was quickly grabbed around the neck and pulled away from the captain and just as she was about to flip her attacker over her shoulder, she felt a prick in the arm and was once again overcome by darkness.
Gwai-gwai long duh dong! – What the hell!