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This story is No. 11 in the series "Buffy and Supernatural Fic-a-Thon". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Just because Illyria is in the body of a human, doesn't make her any less ruthless. Meg can vouch for that one.

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Supernatural > Fred/Illyria-CenteredsupernaturalfanaticFR1511,264043,23728 May 0728 May 07Yes

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

Spoilers: In between "A Hole In the World" and "Time Bomb"


As the elevator opened, Meg took in the sight before her. The Wolfram & Hart building certainly had changed since the last time she had been here. Alright, so maybe not in this body, but still, the building was different. Gripping the briefcase in her hand, Meg strolled out the elevator and walked the short trip to Demon Resources.

She didn’t know why she was chosen for this grunt work, carrying briefcases around filled with god knows what. She was going to have a serious talk with her dad about this, if he didn’t torture her for talking back. He did love her, the only way a demon could, but he only gave her so much leeway with him before he decided enough was enough.

“Can I help you?” a pointy nosed, pimple outfitted man asked.

Meg rolled her eyes and placed the briefcase on the desk in front of him. She unlocked it, turned it around to face him and opened it. Per her dad’s instructions, she didn’t look inside. Even if he weren’t present, he would know if she disobeyed him.

“Wasn’t expecting this from Him, not yet, anyway. Maybe in a few hundred years or so, but not now,” the man said, panicked. Meg slammed the briefcase down, partly to scare the man and partly because she was really tempted to see what was inside.

“Do something with it, then,” she told him.

“Y-You do it!” the man backed away from the briefcase. “When the Senior Partners find out about this, there’s going to be Hell on Earth.”

“Oh, and here I thought that was what we wanted,” Meg mumbled as she took the briefcase and walked behind the man, where the stacks waited.

“You’re going to want to search for Visions/Prophecies,” the man told her before going back to his work. Whatever was in the case had him scared beyond belief and she wasn’t the cause of it.

“And that’s where exactly?” She asked, as she looked at all the file cabinets. There were a lot more high-level demons in the world than she originally thought. And who would have thought that each and every single one of them would agree to file away their private business.

“Straight back, you can’t miss it. One of the biggest we have.”

She started walking, passing by cabinet after cabinet. They all seemed to be about certain demons scheduling an apocalypse. Meg made a mental note to stop off here after she placed the briefcase where she needed to put it. It would be a good thing to know what demon competitor was thinking of destroying mankind.

Meg finally came upon Visions/Prophecies and searched for her dad’s name. Yellow-eyed demon wouldn’t cut it here. She found the name; thanking the alphabetical system the firm had in place and placed the suitcase in its designated place. She watched as her last chance to take a peak inside was taken away.

“Let’s go see about those apocalypses.”


She had been here for some time now, wandering the hall of the Wolf, Ram and the Hart, and she couldn’t find anything to amuse her. She could easily slaughter everyone in this place, but, the more she stayed in this shell, the more its memories, its soul got to her. There was no reason in slaughtering them, no matter how much she wanted to. Her kingdom was gone, dust in another dimension.

Illyria, God-King of the Primordium, was stuck in this Los Angeles, wading through the muck that threatened to choke her. At times, it was all too much. How they were able to grow and adapt to the world was beyond her mass understanding. When she ruled, they bowed at her feet. It was a blessing to be sacrificed in her name, but now, they knew not her name, nor her face. She was nothing to them.

The only things that acknowledged her were two half-breeds and the muck in this place, this law firm…and the plants.

She did discover that when she took on the form of her shell, Winifred Burkle, she received more attention, both inside and out of the building. The half-breed, Angel, thought he could control her, cage her! She didn’t need permission to walk the lands; she went where she pleased. On the outside, she traveled to places her shell visited and was greeted by several people. They meant nothing to her, and she had to suppress the urge to rip their spines out and wear them as a trophy.

Walking through the lobby, under the guise of Fred Burkle, she greeted the old and potential clients as they made their way to the many offices on the floor. Her head turned to the doors of the elevator as she felt a familiar presence, something she felt before she was placed in the Deeper Well.


Well, Meg would have to tell her dad about that one demon that had plans for taking out all the hunters in the world, including Dean and Sam. He wouldn’t like that and Meg was sure her dad could…persuade the other demon to stop his plans. She bid farewell to the pimply man and got back on the elevator.

It was then that she felt it. It was him, Illyria. He was here.

She found the button that would take her the presence she felt. There was no way a god like Illyria could be at Wolfram & Hart, not with his physical form. Something had to be happening.

The doors opened and Meg spotted a woman from across the room. The feeling was coming from her. Illyria caught her eye and walked toward her. As she did so, her form changed. Meg noticed that no one so much as blinked an eye.

“This is the Illyria I heard so much about,” Meg shook her head. “Gotta say, m’not impressed.”

“You are the childe of one of my worshippers,” Illyria’s head cocked to the side.

“Something like that. You were brutal to your followers and my dad, though he wasn’t one of them, was the childe of one. I’m sure he’d be glad to know that his king is now a queen and a mere dot on the map in this world.”

“You dare to speak to me like this? You presume too much of me.”

Meg glared, and thinking she would be doing her dad a favor, decided to start the revenge a little early. Raising her hand, she sent Illyria flying, only with a wave. People cleared out of the way, but waited to see what would happen. No one knew who Meg was, so for her to be taking on Illyria either made her incredibly strong or incredibly stupid, in their opinion.

Illyria stood, unaffected by the blast of power. Meg attempted another shove of power, only to find Illyria unmoved.

“What’s going on?”

“I ruled your kind once. Do you not think I wouldn’t know your tricks and how to make myself impervious to them?”

Meg rushed her, blinded by fury and attacked Illyria. Meg’s fist was grabbed, and she screamed at Illyria applied pressure. Letting go of it, Illyria used her other hand to backhand Meg. The force of the slap sent her flying across the room, hitting the wall and making a dent. She walked away, no one stepping in her way.

Lorne, who watched the whole scene unfold pulled out his cell phone and dialed Angel’s number. “Angel baby cakes, Illyria just bitch slapped someone across room. Get here, pronto.”

The End

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