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This story is No. 2 in the series "Misprints and Misunderstanding". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When Xander's headaches turn out to be something less than mundane, the dynamics of the Scoobies shift. New friends and a new prophecy keep things interesting. Oz/Xander pairing, Spike/OC, Greg/OC. Buffy bashing included THIS IS ABANDONED

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash
Multiple Crossings > Spike-Centered
slytherinwithwingsFR183443,24417270182,38612 Jul 078 Apr 09No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Chapter 28. In Which Diane Meets Someone

Chapter 28. In Which Diane Meets Someone

It wasn’t too long after Alexander left with Spike and Oz that Greg was sent to his room for a long soak in the tub and then collapsed on the bed for a deep energizing sleep. Diane watched him with indulgence and no small amount of lust. It always amazed her that no one in his former life realized the beauty of the boy. No matter. He was hers now. For the rest of eternity, he would be her Student even after he was ready to be on his own, even after he no longer shared her bed.

With a final look at her sleeping Student, Diane left their room. She paused at the study where her twin was once again camped out in front of the fireplace.

“Staying in?”

“Hm.”

“Be back later. Greg is asleep.”

“Hm.”

“I’m carrying a space alien’s baby.”

“Hm. Boy or girl?”

“Just checking. See you later,”

“Hm.”

Laughing at her (mostly) unresponsive brother, she tugged on her coat, a short-sword in the custom harness in the left side and a gun and several throwing knifes on the right. The blades were all blessed and so would deal with anything the Hellmouth annoyed her with.

Oddly restless, she wandered into what passed for a downtown area in such a tiny town. A couple of teens were heading home from that club that Alexander told them about. Diane shadowed them for a while, just to see if any demons took the obvious bait. It was odd to come out without being attacked already. When the kids made it home alive and unchallenged, she shrugged and resumed her wandering.

Finally, as she was just about to give up and walk home, a voice called to her from the alley.

“Hey, Half-Person!”

Immediately centering herself, Diane approached the being calling from the shadows.

“Who are you?” she asked, curious why he would call her half-person. It was true, just not a common nick-name.

A floppy eared, saggy demon emerged, half-terrified from the shadow.

“Name’s Clem. You need to get your other half and get out of town in a hurry. The other demons have already squealed, and the freaky mutates will come after you next.”

Diane edged closer.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked. “I’ve given the demon community no reason to help me.”

“Spike likes you and your brother, and he’s alright by me. Plus, I like being on the White Knight’s good side,” the fleshy demon replied, whipping his head around at a slight noise from overhead. “Oh, demon gods. I can’t be seen talking to you, if he finds out I’ve warned you, I’m so dead and in pain.”

“Wait! Who?”

“The Demon Hunter. He became part demon, just so he could kill them better. I have to go.”

With that, Clem ran back down the alley and dove into a man hole.

Diane spun and walked calmly back toward the mansion.

So, the evil from the prophecy was a part-demon, demon hunter and “freaky mutates” that had the demons of the Hellmouth cowed and quiet. At least now they knew when it would arrive. It was already here. What could the Students do to help the Twins defeat them. A fanatical demon hunter and mutants wasn’t a lot to go by. No strengths, no weakness, no real description. Clem startled at a noise from above. Maybe one could fly, or maybe they just stuck to roof-tops.

Still mulling the data over in her head, Diane entered the mansion. The combined Quickenings of Greg and Alexander slid over her, and she felt her own race to join her brother’s. From the feel, everyone was upstairs, but there was a light on in the kitchen. Mental tapping Delvin on the shoulder, she peered around the doorway to see Spike rinsing out a mug in the sink. He glanced at her.

“Whelp was worried when you weren’t here. Seems the Big Bad from the prophecy is in town.”

“I know.”

That got her his full attention.

“You know?”

“Know a floppy fellow named Clem?” she asked. He nodded. “He says a undefined number of mutants lead by some sort of fanatical demon hunters are after me and Del. He addressed me as Half-Person, said I should take my other half and get out of town because the other demons have already given us up.”

“Clem did all that?” Spike asked, sounding surprised. “If they’re all that tough, I’m surprised. Clem’s decent as far as demons go, peaceful like, but he’s not just incredibly brave.”

“Seems to like you and Alexander.”

Spike snorted. “The Slayer is not known for discriminating. The Whelp actually notices that Clem only snacks on four-legged critters, so he doesn’t bother him. Lots of the neutral demons respect Nummy for that.”

Diane couldn’t help it. That was new.

“Nummy?”

Spike leered.

“Well, he’s a nummy treat, aint’t he? Very bitable. Said so himself back when I was staying with him. Back when we first got to be friendly like.”

Diane stared at him for a few moments. “Was he trying to seduce you?”

“Xander?” Spike snorted again. “This was back when he was still insisting that women did it for him and I was still insisting that I’d kill them all. He had me tied to a chair while he slept and when I said something about it, he said it was so I wouldn’t bite him. I told him he didn’t have to worry, as I wasn’t sure where he’d been. He insisted that he was bitable.”

She rolled her eyes. “And I thought Greg was odd, at least he’s never tried to convince a vamp that he was tasty,” she mumbled.

“And who did?” Delvin asked, finally having responded to her mental tapping.

“Your Student, apparently. I really want him to meet our Teacher some day.”

“Hm.”

Diane rolled her eyes again. Delvin was now glancing at Spike. Something would have to give between them soon or she was going to have to start shooting them both until they asked why so she could explain calmly that she wasn’t going to stop until they decided to stop pussyfooting around each other. Mentally restraining herself, she recapped her evening walk for her smitten brother.


AN: Hi. I’m thinking a confrontation between villains and good-guys is in order here soon. What do you think?
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