All the Stars in Heaven
Title: All the Stars in Heaven
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Pairings: W/Daniel; X/Isabel; Mi/L
Disclaimer: I own nothing, let me get that out of the way first. BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc al. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, the WB, et al. SG1 belongs to MGM, Gekko, et al.
Notes: In the SG1 timeline this takes place sometime during Season 5, but before the events of Meridian. In the BtVS timeline, this takes place five years after the events of Graduation (so everything up to Graduation happened, its in the air from there). In the Roswell timeline – everything up to Departure holds true (as much as I can make it) – from there I’ve changed things a bit. The changes I’ve made to each world will become apparent through flashbacks and things of that nature.
Author's Notes: Wow. So I'm starting another fic. The idea for this one just came to me tonight and I couldn't shake it. Blame all that darned SG1 and Roswell fanfic I've been reading lately. I've only read (tons) of Roswell fanfic, never seen the show. So I'll need a Roswell beta later in the fic, if anyone wants to volunteer.
Summary: They swore, before they left, that they’d come back if it started again. That no matter what they’d come back and put an end to it. And now, the time has come.
Willow’s peaceful sleep was shattered by the ringing of her cell phone, so close to her ear. She groaned, rolling over, fumbling blindly in the darkness for the chirping piece of plastic. What in the name of the Goddess could be so important that someone had to call her at. . .she squinted at the red digital numbers of her alarm clock. . .three twenty-eight in the morning?
And just when she’d been having the nicest dream! A dream wherein she wasn’t laying in this bed, alone. One where her boyfriend was actually there with her, holding her as she slept. But he wasn’t even in the country, as far as she knew. At least, that’s how he made it seem. He never came right out and said anything like that, of course. His work was ‘classified’ and talk of it was off-limits in the apartment they shared. And she didn’t pry. What good would it do? None; it would only serve to ruin the perfect relationship they had built up in the last year and a half.
She felt the phone under her hand and wrapped tired fingers around it, not even bothering to try to read the tiny screen where the incoming number would be displayed. She wouldn’t be able to read it anyway, with her eyes still half-blurred with sleep.
The red head swallowed. “Buffy?”
“Yeah,” the other girl sounded . . .rushed. Nervous. Even a little. . .scared?
No, Willow told herself, waiting for her friend to say something. There was no way that Buffy was scared. Buffy being scared would mean that something very, very bad had happened. Of course, she told herself with a sinking sense of dread, there was no other reason that Buffy would be calling in the middle of the night except to tell her bad news.
“What happened?” she finally murmured, her heart thudding within her chest, the last vestiges of sleep draining from her as panic began to set in.
“It’s happening again.”
“What?!?” Willow sat up, the blankets falling away from her. She swallowed hard around a sudden lump of fear. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” the blonde’s voice was a terrified whisper through the phone. “Giles and I – we tried to stop it. But the normal spells aren’t working. It’s opening. . .slowly but surely.”
Willow shut her eyes, trying to force calm on herself. Okay, it was happening. All that praying and wishing had kept her safe for five years – but she’d been silly to think it would last forever. Naïve to think that they’d done a good enough job the first time bottling up all of that evil, suppressing it. Closing off the mouth of Hell for all of time.
They’d been stupid.
“Have you called anyone else yet?”
“Cordelia. . .and you. I haven’t been able to reach Oz”
The red head found herself nodding, already planning what she needed to do. Get a flight to Sunnydale, pack, leave a note so Daniel wouldn’t worry too much when he got home and she wasn’t there. “I’ve got some numbers for Oz, leave him to me. You call Xander.”
“Okay,” there was a pause, and then another whispered entreaty. “You’re coming, right?”
“Of course,” Willow answered without thinking, frowning at the pleading that was in her best friend’s voice. What had happened to cause this kind of fear? “We made promises, Buff. I’m not going to turn my back on you guys.”
“You don’t need to thank me. Call Xander. Get his ass on the way back to Sunnydale. I’ll call you as soon as I know my flight details.”
She hung up the phone a minute later, sitting in the darkness staring at the wall across from her. It all seemed surreal, like a nightmare that was just a little more real in feeling. She could hear her heart beating erratically in her chest, a painful reminder that this was definitely real. Not a dream. Not a nightmare. Nothing she could escape from by just waking up and going about her merry life.
Time to get moving, she told herself, slipping from the bed.
He felt like he’d only just fallen asleep when the ringing of his cell phone tore him right back to reality. Xander sighed and shuffled out of bed, across the room to his dresser, grabbing it with a yawn even as the other occupant of the room began to stir on the bed.
“Hey, Buff,” Xander frowned, falling backwards onto his bed, phone still to his ear. He snuggled closer to the warm body next to him, holding up a finger at her questioning looks. “What can I do for you at. . . oh. . .three forty-five in the morning?”
Three forty-five, he repeated to himself silently, sitting up again. A warm hand slid up to rub at his back and he leaned into it without thinking, needing the reassurance.
“It’s opening, Xan.”
The dark haired man cursed, dropping the phone in shock and drawing another curious look from his companion. He gave her a tight smile, putting it back to his ear.
“You’re kidding, right, Buff? This is a big ‘ha ha, just kidding’ type of thing?”
“I wish it was. Willow’s already getting her flight booked. Cordy, too.”
“Right. I understand,” he muttered, the first true stirrings of fear beginning as he realized that this wasn’t a joke. It was real. His worst nightmare was coming true. “I’ll leave in an hour or two. . .”
A startled gasp drew Xander’s attention back to the woman in his bed. He closed his eyes, wondering what he’d done lately to deserve fate to deliver a bitchslap like this. Last night had been only the second that she’d stayed over, and now he was running off in the middle of the night – and he wouldn’t even be able to tell her when he’d be back, with their six month anniversary just around the corner. He reached out, playing absently with a lock of her silky blonde hair.
“You’re driving?” Buffy’s voice brought him back to the issue at hand, away from those soulful eyes looking at him in the darkness with so many questions.
“Be safe. I’ll let the others know you’re coming.”
She hung up, and he dropped the phone onto the bed next to him. Time to get moving, Harris. Get up, get out of bed. Make up some excuse and pack your things. Hell has come back to the Earth and its time to play the part of the willing sidekick again.
He dragged his eyes away from where the phone had fallen, biting his lower lip at the sight of his girlfriend, now sitting up next to him. The sheet had fallen away, exposing that perfect skin of hers that only hours before he’d been kissing like there was no tomorrow.
Funny how that had turned out to be the truth, he thought bitterly.
“I’ve gotta go home, baby,” he murmured, running a finger down her cheek. “That was Buffy – there’s an emergency.”
“I’ll come with you –“
“No!” he managed to choke out, pulling his hand away from her. Images of her, dead in the streets of Sunnydale, flooded his mind. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened. She was so special. She didn’t deserve to end up as just another statistic of that hellhole. She had no clue what went on in the darkness of the night – he’d never quite find the right time to tell her about those parts of his life without making himself seem like he was a raving nut. “I’ll be back in a couple days. No reason for both of us to go.”
She looked hurt, and he couldn’t blame her. He watched her face fall, wondering if he hadn’t just ruined one of the best things to ever walk into his life.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Xander nodded, grabbing her hand. “Just trust me, please.”
He saw her lips twist down in a frown and leaned in, kissing her gently. “Please?”
“Alright,” she sighed, nodding once though it was clear that she wasn’t happy about it. “I’m not going to pretend I understand. You sound like you’re in trouble. But. . .okay.”
Xander let out a sharp sigh, relief flooding through him. He cupped her cheek in his hand, laying another kiss on those pouting lips. Resting his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes, giving her the best smile he could manage with so many emotions tearing through him.
“I’ll explain everything when I get back, Isabel.”