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This story is No. 4 in the series "Going Sane -- A Seer's Tale". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Angel's year at Wolfram and Hart was a nightmare... A *re-ensouled* Drusilla joins Spike, Angel and friends to bring the Final Fight to the Senior Partners in L.A., Crosses include SG-1, Harry Potter, The District, CSI, MASH and Supernatural

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > District, The
Harry Potter > Drusilla-Centered > Pairing: Other
Multiple Crossings > Drusilla-Centered
Stargate > Other BtVS/AtS Characters
(Recent Donor)DeepBlueJoyFR1898308,54719365121,27323 Dec 088 Nov 13No

The Beginning of the Beginning

Turned From Darkness…

*THIS IS A SEQUEL*
It really will make more sense if you read the first story first... [smile]

** DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy, Angel, The District, Stargate or CSI or any other recognizable universe that might show up as we go along... ** *I do own the story*
Hopefully you will like it and not beat me to death with a shovel or munch on my brain when I'm not looking...



This story will eventually contain violence, gay and straight relationships, sexual situations, and mention of religion. Also contains adult language. Yes, Faith is in this one :-) If any of those bother you...



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The Beginning of the Beginning

Dru saw the golden cup fall from Spike’s hand, and the clatter echoed through her dream. She woke up in her basement room of her Washington DC home, knowing that it was time to leave for LA. She went upstairs and knocked on Patrick’s door.

“Come in, Dru!” Although it hadn’t happened before, Patrick knew only Dru would be tapping on his door at this ungodly hour. If it were an emergency he knew Daria or Bill would be yelling and banging on the door.

She walked in and plopped down on the bed, taking his hand. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s time,” she said.

“Time? You mean time to go to LA?” he was still half-asleep, but they had been expecting this for weeks.

She nodded. “It’s started, and I need to be there before…” she grinned.

“What?”

“Before Angel does something monumentally stupid!”

“Are you ever going to forgive him, Dru?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. All this time, I didn’t think I cared, but now it’s hard not to think about how horrid everything he did was.”

“I don’t think I could imagine the way you feel,” Patrick squeezed her hand, gently. Dru wasn’t the only one who felt anger at Angel, but Patrick knew she had to let it go, so he was determined not to feed her resentment with his own. He knew she probably felt it from him anyway, no need to rub it in.

She smiled sadly. She was glad he hadn’t said, ‘I understand’. She wondered if that was his training as a counselor, or if he was just naturally sensitive to avoid the natural pitfalls of worst things to say.

“I guess that means…” she said sadly.

“We’ll have to be apart,” he said, equally unhappy.

They had discussed this, and she had made it clear she was heading to LA alone – at least to begin with. It was a sore point between them, one of the few things that they were not in agreement about. She was convinced that it was better to deal with Angel and Spike alone without ‘complications’. He was concerned about her extreme rage at Angel. A rage he had a very hard time not sharing as he saw how much pain, and how many memories long suppressed were coming to the surface.

Patrick's other source of concern, though he wasn’t really admitting it to himself was that her connection with Spike made him very uneasy. The word he was avoiding was jealousy. What he did know was that she was an independent person, with a history of surviving against the odds. He disagreed with her, but he also trusted her judgment.

“How soon will everything be finalized with the church?”

“I’m not sure,” he told her, “Maybe a couple months?”

“Maybe you should take the time to go back to England, then?”

“To meet the rest of the council?” Patrick asked.

“I think it’s an excellent idea, working for them,” Dru said.

“I’ll have to travel a fair amount to start with – at least that’s what Xander said,” he said.

“We’ll be OK,” she said, putting her hand on his thigh, and reaching forward to kiss him softly.

“I don’t like being away from you,” he told her, kissing her back.

“It’ll make waiting easier, luv,” she said, pulling back to look at him.

“We should just go ahead and apply for a license downtown tomorrow,” he said, half seriously.

“Everything in proper time, dear,” she told him, smiling and kissing him.

“You’re a strange woman, Dru,” Patrick smiled at her then kissed her again.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going to change my mind,” Dru said against his mouth.

“I’m not going to let you,” Patrick said, kissing her very passionately.

“Maybe we should go get that license,” she muttered hoarsely.

“We could always have the reception later,” he said, crushing her against him.

“Now we are doing this, we should do it right. I want to marry you in front of all our friends and have a lovely party. I feel as if I could fly sometimes,” Dru told him, happily, laying her head against his chest.

He thought he understood that. For over a century, she had been the worst of the worst, now; she wanted to be the best of the best – for him. That moved him more than he knew how to tell her. He knew their life together was going to be complicated, but nothing had ever felt so right. He hoped he could be what she needed, despite the challenges that they would face. He was still stunned by how happy he felt. She was definitely what he needed!

“When you’re done with your interviews in London, I think you should come to LA. I think we’re going to need all the help we can get, and I don’t want to be away from you for too long,” she nestled against him, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Do you have a place out there?” he asked.

He couldn’t keep track of the spoils of war she had acquired. That was made even more difficult because since she had returned from Africa, she had continued to divest herself of those properties for which she was able to track relatives, even distant ones. She had decided that the properties for which she couldn’t find anyone, she would keep, at least for now.

The investments had all been hers, even though most of the seed money had been blood money, she decided she needed to live, and resources helped with that. Being practical, she decided she could not pay back for the evil she had done by becoming impoverished. It wasn’t like she could just go out and get a regular job… although the council had offered her one, so maybe that was possible.

“No, but I’ll work something out by the time you get there,” she told him curling up in the crook of his arm like a cat.

This was the first time they had curled up together like this since that night in New York. The feelings between them had become a lot more intense. Where as before, he had simply been aware of his awakening sexuality, now they were powerfully connected, aware of and reactive to each other -- extraordinarily reactive. She rested quietly against him, but sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. He had a feeling sleep wasn’t what was on her mind either. He held her a little closer, and she snuggled in tighter, sighing contently. He made a small sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan as she moved against him.

The next evening, Dru drove Patrick to Dulles Airport, and kept going west from there. She wasn’t looking forward to the long drive to LA by herself. Fortunately, with the necro-tempered car windows, she wasn’t forced to drive only at night, though she knew she had to be careful not to get pulled over during day light hours. If she wanted to stop during the day, all she needed to do was find a hotel with underground parking.

She took the exit ramp, and headed onto I-66 for the first leg of her journey. She thought about Patrick, and smiled. Part of her wondered if she was being silly to be so old-fashioned as to wait until they were free to be married -- but as passionate as their kisses had become, they both felt the same way – about 95% of the time. For this reason, they had waited. Now he was on a plane headed to the other side of the planet, and she was headed across the country. She missed him already.

As she drove, her mind wandered back to the past few weeks she’d spent back in DC with Patrick. She’d surprised him back at his apartment, and probably made poor Marc blush. The uncomfortable traveling accommodations had been, she decided, most definitely worth that first kiss. She smiled at the memory. That night for the first time, they had seriously talked about marriage. She still couldn’t believe how much her life had changed since May.

Now she was going to have to face the two most important people from her past -- Angel and Spike, and she was surprised how nervous she felt. Seeing Spike was actually something she looked forward to, but so much had changed for both of them, she wasn’t sure just how they would relate. Could she make amends he would accept? How does one apologize to someone for killing him? Would they become true friends, as she so dearly hoped? Spike had been extremely possessive, and she wondered how he would react to Patrick. She had a feeling that relationship would work itself out – even if it took a while. Angel was a different question.

Since Drusilla had returned from earning her soul, she had begun to experience a welter of strong feelings about all that had happened between them. Rage and hatred predominated. She had never been this angry as a vampire. More destructive yes, but not ever anywhere this enraged. Intellectually, she’d always known how much Angel had violated her, but now she felt it with every part of herself – body, soul, spirit and mind. He had stripped her of everything and everyone she valued.

This perhaps was why she had put off heading to LA until she felt she could wait no longer. When she thought of Angel, it wasn’t as the hero that others saw. She saw something else, something a lot darker. She knew he felt guilt, and that was probably a good thing. She wondered if he felt contrition. She had her doubts.

Drusilla knew that she was needed to prevent the apocalypse – a cataclysm of unimaginable proportions. She also knew that her feelings toward Angel had changed radically. She had always been resentful, especially in the earliest days before he had truly broken her. Now she found she was angry beyond anything she had ever experienced.

The respect, the fealty of a childe to a sire – that was gone. Dru was no longer ruled by her demon, or by the notions that he had beat into her. She was stronger than he was now – in more ways than one -- and any power he had to intimidate her – physically, mentally, emotionally or sexually was gone. How could he have a soul all those years, and never even think of saying he was sorry? It wouldn’t have meant much before she had her soul, but it would have been something. It would definitely mean something now. She was so sorry for everything thing she had done, but they all paled in comparison to the things he had done.

She was headed to a city she had always hated, to join forces with a vampire she now hated, and try to convince him to accept her counsel and ultimately, to fight alongside him. She knew how well he had been able to read her in the past. Now all she had to do was keep her antipathy to herself, and tell him everything he needed to know so he would not unleash hell on earth. Angel was a pigheaded man, and swaying him from his chosen course was going to be a challenge, even without the drastic change that their relationship was about to undergo.

A room full of lawyers locked into a basement with Darla and her at their murderous worst – was a powerful reminder that Angel was not exactly one to listen to reason – or even the powers that be. When he got an idea into his head, or became really angry – or worse -- both, he would do almost anything.

Even with a soul, Angel could be completely ruthless – even to go as far as to allow – no – to facilitate mass murder of humans. A part of Drusilla, and it was not a small part, wanted simply to walk into Wolfram and Hart, swing a sword at Liam's head, and be done with him. Another part of her still felt deeply connected to him, and that connection made her feel sick inside.

Dru took full responsibility for the things she had done, but she knew that somewhere inside of her, who she was, what she was, even to an extent where she was now belonged to Angel. That chilled her. Just as good had come from her evil, when Spike had chosen to fight for his soul, good had come from the depravity of Angel’s destruction of her life.

As the cave demon reminded Dru, she was the strongest of them. Dru wasn’t sure she quite believed it, but it resonated. Especially after what Tara had said about her spiritual purity. She had known then that something deeper was going on than even the fact that she was a slayer and a vampire with a soul. She had begun to accept that she had not just a duty to make up for the past, but a destiny. What she was heading toward suddenly seemed bigger than even she had understood. Dru felt overwhelmed by what was to come. She felt uncomfortably alone.

Suddenly, Dru was sorry she had decided to come west without Patrick. He was a calming force as well as the love of her life. She really didn’t know how the first meetings with Angel and Spike would go, and she felt that it would be simpler and safer if she were alone. She was beginning to think she had been worrying about the wrong complexities.

Dru wished she had a way of contacting William before she had to meet with Angel. The only thing her visions had told her was that he was working with Angel. This would be so much easier if she had Spike’s support. He didn’t get along with Angel, but even after all that had happened; she suspected that he still cared about her and he cared what happened to the world he had died to save.

Still, Dru was beginning to understand how much she had hurt him – both by turning him and since then. She was beginning to see she had done to him much of what Angelus had done to her. Who knows how much anger Spike felt at that? Dru sighed. This was going to be fun. She gripped the steering wheel harder.

Note: Photo illustration is by the talented Christytrekkie
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