The Humans Are Drowning in Emotion...
SUMMARY: The Great Mother is gone and they are all alone now.
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural
PAIRING: Gabriel (The Trickster) and Illyria
SPOILERS: This is the story immediately follows the events of “ Toeing the Line Between Evil & the Divine
”, a fic that has a lot of twists and turns and (in my eyes) one of my most well-written stories. So, if you have not read that TtLBE&tD, then just understand you’re going to get the story spoiled for you.
HOWEVER, you do not
need to have read TtLBE&tD to understand this story – this story stands on its own.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Buffy or Supernatural and this story is only for pleasure, not to make money so fyi to all the legal teams out there.
Green mist hovered above the Cleveland Brown’s football field swirling and twisting until it formed a perfect portal just wide enough for two beings. Dawn stepped through the portal with Lucifer and she looked back at them one final time.
Gabriel drank in this final vision of Dawn – his ‘aunt’ Lailah, the Key. Only the archangels, raised by God himself, knew of Dawn’s true origin – that she was the sister to their Father. The other angels just assumed that she was just another being formed by God. But she was more than that. She was their tutor, teaching them Enochian and the responsibilities of this world. She taught them to laugh, to joke, to sing. Her spirit was brighter and warmer than the first light of the day, and she showered them with love.
Her loyalty to Lucifer, her husband, resulted in betrayal to the Heavenly Host eons ago. Gabriel had hated her for all that time – but it was a hatred born out of love, out of grief.
It was only a few months ago that Gabriel had found her again and made amends.
And now she was leaving them.
Dawn’s chestnut hair flowed wildly as the weather responded to her demonstration of power, sending wind shrieking and the earth itself creaking beneath their feet. Hazel eyes caught his for a moment, and in that one instant her felt her love for him, her peace with her destiny, and her regret at leaving him and her other loved ones.
“I will always love you,” Lailah promised the crowd that watched her, her family from Sunnydale and the hunters. “Take care of each other, and this world. And…tell my brother…I forgive him. And that I love him.”
Then she turned back, took two more steps, and disappeared into the void. The portal winked out of existence.
Muted cries, like he was traveling underwater, met his ears. Gabriel‘s arms ached and suddenly he remembered that he was holding the Slayer back. The strength in her arms shook him, weakening him. A slayer would normally be no match for him but just a few moments ago his older brother had been kicking his ass – thank his Father that Dawn’s speech had stopped Lucifer.
Gabriel released Buffy Summers, the sister of his ‘aunt’ in her new life. A dull ache permeated his chest and Gabriel found himself unable to move, or really even to think. He just stared at the spot where Dawn and his beloved brother had been a moment ago.
He wished…he wished he had been able to make amends with Lucifer before he disappeared into the unknown dimension that Dawn had transported them to.
Fists pounding on his chest brought Gabriel out of his thoughts.
“WHY?” Buffy cried out angrily, tears streaming down her face. “Why didn’t you let me keep fighting Lucifer? I could have knocked him into the Cage!”
Glancing over at the fifty-foot yard line of the field, where the Four Rings of the Horsemen had formed the entrance to Lucifer’s old cage in Hell, Gabriel was surprised to see that the vortex was gone and only the rings remained.
He would have to take those and give Death his ring back. It had been a loan to Dawn. And now Dawn wasn’t here anymore, so it fell on him to complete her duty.
On auto-pilot now, Gabriel walked away from Buffy Summers, who was still cursing at him, to retrieve the rings. He put them into his pocket.
“Buffy, it’s okay. It’s okay,” the one-eyed man said soothingly as he pulled the Slayer against his chest. She succumbed to his efforts, ceased her fighting, and instead broke down sobbing.
Gabriel wondered if his Father had been watching. Dawn had told him to tell Father that she forgave him and loved him. Did Father know?
Darkness crossed Gabriel’s expression. Of course he knew. For many years Gabriel had assumed his Father was dead – that was, after all, why he ran away from Heaven and merged his essence with a pagan god in an attempt to hide from his family. But after seeing Lailah reborn as Dawn, he knew his Father must be involved somehow.
It pained him, suddenly, to realize he was all alone. His Father was not here. And the closest he had to a Mother was gone from this world forever.
Gabriel looked up at the only creature that called him that. Illyria, God-King of the Primordium, the Old One that Gabriel himself had once, during his angel days, battled until he tossed her into the Deeper Well. Had she not been released by a Wolfram and Hart employee then she would have slumbered until the end of time.
Gabriel had to admit, however, that it pleased him to see Illyria awake. Her form, that of a comely young woman, was much more pleasing then her initial tentacled cephalopod form. Her powers were greatly diminished and she no longer harbored an overwhelming desire to kill humans and rule the world, which was also a plus.
And yet somehow Gabriel couldn’t muster the strength to do more than give her a glassy stare.
Illyria stared at him with a curious expression. Finally she spoke. “You have something to say on every occasion, Archangel.”
His tendency to annoy her, cheerfully talk for hours, and issue sexually suggestive remarks, was a trademark of their relationship. Unfortunately, he didn’t have it in him to act ‘normal’ right now.
Blue eyes watched him cautiously before glancing around at the scene around them. Xander Harris was still comforting Buffy Summers and many of the others – the two vampires with souls, many of the slayers, and even the Winchesters – were clearly mourning Dawn’s disappearance. Almost a hundred carcasses of demons littered the field around them, the leftovers from today’s battle. Here and there, several slayers lay amongst the dead. Some of their sisters began to gather them so the bodies did not touch the demons.
“I wish to leave.” Illyria’s bird-like stare at those around her made the god-king seem even more alien than normal. “The humans are drowning in emotion. I cannot abide it.”
“Then go,” Gabriel told her. He felt empty inside. He just wanted to be alone.
Her gaze sharpened and bore into Gabriel’s amber eyes. “The Great Mother commanded us to take care of one another. I can feel your pain, Archangel. It is a throbbing thing. I will not leave you in this moment.”
Gabriel jerked away from her and began walking off the field. He thought he heard one of the Winchesters – Sam, the emo bastard – shout his name, but he just kept walking. Illyria’s long legs caught up to him quickly, matching his strides precisely.
“Leave me,” Gabriel growled.
“I will not.”
They were at the end of the stadium, alone. Gabriel halted and grabbed her shoulders in one deft movement. “I lost two of my family today – my brother and someone who was practically my mother!” Gabriel’s teeth bared, forming his face into something ugly and fearful. “I do not want your company or anyone else’s!”
Illyria appeared unruffled by his display of strength – he knew his grip was strong – and just swung passively in his arms.
Disgusted with her – or maybe with himself – Gabriel let her go. He turned away but her next words stopped him.
“You are not the only one who lost a mother today.” Illyria’s voice was quiet and matter-of-fact, yet there was pain laced within her voice.
His back to her, Gabriel clenched his eyes shut. “It’s not the same.”
“Is it not?” The turf crunched below her feet. She stood in front of him, her face still and hardened. “She opened up the Hellmouth and released me into this world at the dawn of time. She gave my life purpose. Twice. She loved me.”
Gabriel looked up into her face. He could have sworn the god-king’s voice had cracked when she spoke about love.
“I don’t think I want to be alone,” Illyria added softly.
He didn’t know what to say. For once in his life, he was all out of words. All he knew was that his family was gone and he wanted to mourn in peace, but this smurf’d god-king was in his way.
They stared at each other in silence. Slowly Gabriel began to see the grief whirling within Illyria’s cerulean eyes, almost hidden behind her stark features. He realized just then that she was right. Dawn would not want them to be alone. She wanted them to be a family.
“C’mon,” Gabriel said with a tight smile. He clasped the god-king’s hand. “Let’s get away from the humans with all their blubbering emotions.” Not that he – or she – were any better right now. But hey, immortal grief was a completely different thing than human grief. It was rawer and ran deeper – because never seeing someone again meant an entirely different thing when you lived to be Forever.
Gabriel snapped his fingers and whisked them out of Cleveland.
There are a few chapters of this already written but currently going through editing. I promised myself I would take a break from writing because I am sincerely busy with a lot of life things happening, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. In fact, I still want to follow up with more “Toeing the Line Between Evil & the Divine” stories, including a Buffy/Chuck fic.
But we’ll see how my schedule fares… :)
Thank you for reading!