Prologue : The Last
Buffy / B5 crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, or mythology of either Buffy or Babylon 5. I'm just borrowing them.
There will be spoilers through B5's early Season 4 episode "Into the Fire", and *possibly* beyond (not necessarily; I have not decided if I will end the story at season 3's "War Without End" or not. Contents of episodes after "War Without End" through "Into the Fire" are currently present only in the form of characters and plot mentioned in other contexts).
The first three chapters take place in the Buffyverse; after that, the entire story will be in the B5 universe. Both sequences include one, and only one, crossover character.
Prologue: The Last
"Who are you?"
"Never ask that question."
"The question remains." Dawn snapped, running a hand through her hair. If being the assistant administrator for the new Council didn't put grey in her hair, this guy just might.
"I am... the last."
"Are you... related to the First or something?" Dawn asked.
The looming figure bowed his head slightly. "The First... I have numbered among them from time to time. Though not, as I imagine, you mean it, as you use the singular." The sunlight trailing through the windows of the Council's new headquarters glinted off the ruby-like stone perched in the brass-tones tiara upon his oversized forehead.
"Then what are you?"
"I am the last. I was the first. I... am." He paused. "Others have called me Lorien."
"Okay, now that we've got that straight... what do you want?" Dawn smiled.
"Never ask that question."
Dawn looked up, menacingly. "Do not make the mistake of thinking this is a conversation. It isn't."
"Another will say the same to the One Who Is To Come." Dawn could hear the capitalization from ten feet away. "But only if you can assist me. It is... the preferred path."
"You need assistance?" Dawn rose from her chair, turning to look out the window of her third-story office, the cars zooming past the emerald green low-rise office building along Interstate 5 glinting in the morning sun. This really was the perfect location for the Council; any manner of people could be smuggled in or out through the Company's facilities. Really forward-thinking of the Watchers to have bought the place on the sly in '68...
"In a manner of speaking. I have certain sources, which indicated that the preferred path can only be found by the intervention of your Council. A great war is coming, that cannot be avoided. But the outcome of that war... that is where you come in."
"We are but a small organization. Do not mistake our influence by our cover story." Dawn grinned. "We cannot fight your war for you."
"It is not my war, it will be yours. Or that of your descendants, I should say." Lorien raised a hand, stretching an abnormally long finger in Dawn's direction. "The One Who Was will not be unless he finds faith in his destiny. I am told you can help with that."
"Well, we have been known to help people find their way." Dawn smiled.
"Just so." Lorien smiled slightly. Dawn had the idea that was perhaps all the emotion she would get from this one. "The Great Machine... that is another story." Lorien bowed his head at Dawn's almost interruption. "The Great Machine tells me that the woman who helped, who will help, the One Who Was, she can be found... here."
"I'll set you up an appointment with Willow then."
"Who is this Willow you speak of?"
"She's... what do you mean, who is Willow?" Dawn looked surprised.
"The Minbari... another very long story. But they have a saying." He raised a finger at one of the pictures on Dawn's wall. "Faith manages."