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Planes Do Crash

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This story is No. 6 in the series "Buffy and Supernatural Fic-a-Thon". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Meg's orders were to make sure that the Watchers on board the plane could not finish their journey

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Supernatural > GeneralsupernaturalfanaticFR1511,035011,14728 May 0728 May 07Yes
Planes Do Crash

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke

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“So, what are you all planning on doing in the States?”

She received no answer.

“England, huh? Is it really always raining there?”

One of them men started to speak, but another, probably someone with more authority silenced him with a glare. The men ignored her once again as they spoke softly to their three other companions.

“Rude, much?” Her annoyance, on the outside and on the inside, was real. The way she handled the situation was completely forced. Any other time, she’d gladly kill them for the way they acted toward her. But killing a bunch of Watcher’s on a plane filled with other people was not the smartest thing to do. That led to a bunch witnesses and questions. Sure, she could kill them as well, but someone would come after her. Police, she could handle, but hunters were another story. They might be able to send her to hell… again.

So Meg kept her cool and changed her plans. The original plan was now shot to hell. When the plane from England landed at the Toronto airport, she boarded the connecting flight that would land in Cleveland. She was supposed to get under the Watcher’s nerves, trying to scare them off the job, or at the very least, get them to doubt their mission and then kill them when she got them alone. Now that that plan was ruined, she sat back in her chair and thought of another one.

What could she possibly do to them while on this airplane? They would be landing soon and she needed to act fast. After some quick thinking, she sat forward in her seat. What she needed would require a lot of power from her master, but she knew he would do it. She was special to him, his own child.

As she rose from her seat, she placed her bag on her back and started walking toward the cockpit. It was pretty simple actually. No flight attendants were there to stop her, though it wouldn’t have mattered. She was going to complete this mission no matter what. Stopping at the door of the cockpit, she knocked a couple of times.

Thinking she was one of the flight attendants, the door opened to reveal one of the pilots. He was confused at seeing a passenger at the door and opened his mouth to speak to her when she shoved him back inside and locked the door behind her.

“Just fly the plane,” she smirked as her eyes flashed black.

Frightened and confused, both pilots continued to steer the plane to Cleveland. She set her bag on the floor, unzipped it and pulled out a knife and a chalice.

“Wh-What are you gonna do with that?” one of the pilots asked as she walked closer to him.

“I think you know,” she answered.

“Are you crazy, you’re gonna get everyone on board killed. Including yourself!” the other pilot yelled.

“You shouldn’t worry about that, but you should worry about flying this thing. How close are we to landing?”

“We’ll be landing soon,” the first man answered. He was breathing really hard when she kept bringing the knife closer to him.

'Good, they’ll see us land,' she laughed at the thought. She didn’t know who the Council would be sending to come get the Watcher’s, but whoever they were, they were in for quite a show.

With one quick move, Meg sliced the neck of the first pilot. He died quickly and Meg thought he should be grateful for it. He wouldn’t get the pleasure of feeling the plane descending too quickly to the ground and killing everyone inside.

As the blood poured from his neck, she used the chalice to collect it. Pushing the lifeless body from the chair, Meg sat and smirked at the lone pilot as he tried not to completely freak at what happened. He did have a plane to fly, after all.

Putting her index finger in the blood, she swirled her hand, making the call to her master. It was the only way to do it, as cell phones didn’t really work in hell.

“Change of plans,” she spoke into the blood. “The whole plane has to come down.”

She listened and sighed at the response. “They weren’t taking the bait, and this is the only plan I can think of. Waiting to get them alone at an airport would be next to impossible.”

She nodded her head when her master told her how he would help. As the plane crashed, he would use his power to get her off the plane.

“Understood.”

Turning to the pilot, she smiled at him before claiming his life as well.

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“This is the extent of my Watcher duties?” Dawn asked dryly. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”

“Well technically, you didn’t sign up for anything,” Xander reminded her as he parked the car. “More like a, ‘You needed a hobby, helped with research and became known as a Watcher’ type of thing.”

“Fine, but let it be known that if there were signage, then I totally didn’t sign for this,” she held her finger in the air to make her point.

“Duly noted,” Xander nodded, a grin on his face.

“I hope these Watcher’s packed light,” she grumbled. “Or else someone else is coming back to get them.”

As they made their way to a set of doors that led to baggage claim, Xander looked toward the sky and watched as several planes passed overhead. Something wasn’t right, though.

“Earth to Xander,” Dawn said as she waved her hand in front of his face. Clearing his head, he grinned at Dawn and they continued walking. When they finally made it to baggage claim, they stood and waited.

And they waited some more.

“Shouldn’t they have landed by now?” Dawn asked as she looked around. “And their bags haven’t come.”

“Yea, cause the bags always show up before the passengers show,” he joked.

The intercom chimed and a voice, full of emotion spoke. The flight from Toronto landing in Cleveland had crashed on the runway. There were no survivors and the police had already begun looking into the crash.

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