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Buffy and Faith get Lost

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Summary: After their plane crashes, Buffy and Faith find themselves surrounded by strange and extraordinarty people on an island that is quite unusual itself.

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-CenteredpoetFR152929,96711913,67010 Mar 1220 Jun 14No

Chapter 9

Los Angeles, CA

Press conference for Oceanic flight 815




Xander, Willow, Giles, Oz and Joyce sat near the back of the gathering waiting for information on Buffy and Faith. Next to Willow sat a woman who looked about her age, with black hair and a pale face. She seemed uncomfortable to be there. “Was someone you knew on the plane too?” She knew it was a dumb question but thought it would be a good way to get the conversation going.

“Not really. I know it might seem weird but I think I had sisters on that plane.”

“You think you had sisters on it?”

She seemed self conscious, “I was adopted when I was a baby. After my parents died I went looking for my birth parents. I am pretty sure that I found my birth mother, but she is dead. Her daughters were on the plane.”

“My best friend and another friend of ours were on it. When the plane didn’t show, we called the airline to find out what happened and if it was delayed. They told us about this press conference.”

“I found out that the Halliwell sisters were on this plane. I came to find out what happened exactly.”

A man standing over their shoulder drew in a deep breath. Was it true? Was there another charmed one? He stepped into a janitor’s closet and orbed out.



“Can it be true?” Leo asked.

Remus nodded, “We have conferred with Patty Halliwell and it is.”

“How is that possible? How did we not know about this?”

“As you know from you relationship with Piper, witches and white lighters are not supposed to fall in love.”

“She fell in love with her white lighter?” Leo couldn’t believe that this was possible.

“There are much bigger problems to worry about right now Leo. It is bigger than the disappearance of the charmed ones. Paragons of good have disappeared from across the world. We cannot tell if they are dead or simply cloaked from us, but we must find out what is happening. The world will be a far darker place without them in it.”

“How do we find them if they’re cloaked from us?”

“Each of them was traveling on the same plane as the charmed ones. Find that plane and you will find them.”



Leo returned to the conference just as it was ending. He wasn’t sure how he was going to find the plane on his own so he decided to enlist some help. “Willow!”

The redheaded woman turned to regard him. “Hi…Do I know you?”

“No, but I know you.”

She looked at him puzzled for a moment before Paige touched her on the arm, “It was nice meeting you Willow and thanks.”

“You too Paige!”

“Wait,” he grabbed her arm to stop her, “I need your help too.”

“For what? And who are you?”

“I’m Leo. I need your help to find your sisters.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a witch just like Willow.”

Willow’s eyebrows raised so high they almost touched her hair, “I’m no witch mister!” Giles, Oz, Xander, and Joyce all gathered around Willow.

Xander put his hand on her shoulder, “You okay there Will?”

“Look I know all about you. I’m your white lighter. It’s like a guardian angel for witches.”

Giles’ eyes lit up, “I’ve read about those! How very interesting to meet one in real life.”

“Cool! Where are your wings? Shouldn’t you have wings?”

“Can we go someplace and talk?”

Paige backed away from them, “You can go anywhere you want, but I’m jumping off the crazy train.”

“Paige, don’t you want to know about your family? You have three sisters that need your help right now.”

She paused for a second. She did want to know, but she wasn’t so sure about all this witch stuff. “Fine, but anything weird and I’m out.”
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