The Makings of An Apocalypse . . .
Notes: This story was in part inspired by Wic's Visionary Kiss, which is a lovely little story. Go read it, eena commands you :).
Notes2: No evil Willow for this fic. Her and Tara broke up after the events of Tabula Rasa and they did not get back together. Um, the Trio was all arrested in Seeing Red.
Part One-The Makings Of An Apocalypse . . .
“What have I told you about reading books in the Magic Shop?”
Dawn winced, bowing her head and trying for an innocent lamb look. One quick glance upwards told her that no one was buying that for one second and the teenager let out a frustrated sigh.
“It’s not like I knew that would happen,” she defended herself. “I just found the book and looked it over-”
“And read out loud from it,” Buffy finished for her, hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. “You should know better than that, you DO know better than that Dawnie. And now, we’re all in a whole lot of trouble.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen!” Dawn insisted, starting to feel a more than a bit indignant. “You guys are acting like I did this on purpose. I didn’t know it was evil!”
“Okay, let’s all just calm down and step back from this,” Willow suggested, trying to play mediator for the time being. “Dawn, you realize that you’ve done something wrong, as well as something we’ve all warned you against numerous times in the past. The Magic Shop has too many dangerous objects in it for you to just play around while you’re working there.”
“I know that,” Dawn complained, eyes dark and a full pout on her lips.
“Honey, if you really knew that, we wouldn’t be in this mess at the moment,” Xander informed her gently. “This is very serious Dawn. Even the Watchers’ Council is angry about it.”
“If it was so damn dangerous, why was it just lying around in the basement of the Magic Shop,” Dawn countered stuffily.
“It doesn’t matter,” Buffy interjected. “Go to your room. You’re grounded for a week.”
“A week!” Dawn protested.
“A week is fair considering you started a process that could very well result in the end of the world as we know it,” Buffy threw back at her sister. “Upstairs. The rest of us have to find a way to stop the apocalypse from coming.”
Dawn pouted and sulked for a full minute longer before giving up and stomping up the stairs. Willow watched her go with worried eyes, turning to Buffy with a frown.
“Don’t you think that was a bit harsh?” the redhead asked. Buffy rolled her eyes.
“She has to learn her limits Willow,” the blonde insisted. “This is the fourth time this month that she’s messed around in the Magic Shop. Sometimes I don’t think it’s even worth her working there to pay off her debt to Anya, considering the things she keeps getting into. It’s just gotten to the point where I have to put my foot down.”
“And if we’re done discussing Dawn and her teenage rebellion, can we get onto the topic of possible apocalypses?” Xander asked dryly. Both girls had the sense to blush. Buffy gave a sigh, folding her arms across her chest as she began to pace the length of her living room.
“Are we sure something even happened?” the blonde asked tiredly. “I mean, everyone’s saying that something happened, but we don’t know for sure. She only read like the first three of those little picture-dohickeys, how much damage could that cause?”
“According to Anya, a whole lot,” Willow answered with a shrug. “I think her exact words were: ‘Dear God no! For the love of God, no!’ And so forth for about ten minutes. I interpreted it to mean something very bad.”
“And when I called Giles to ask him about it, he rattled off some ‘dear lords’ before telling me to stay put and wait for a call from the Council,” Xander added. “I interpreted that to mean an apocalypse. The G-man doesn’t say ‘dear lord’ if its not an apocalypse.”
“Okay, then what are we looking at here?” Buffy asked desperately. “Are we looking at the Hellmouth opening or some sort of hell god again? What?”
“I think Anya said something about the Creature that must not be named,” Willow shrugged. “I wasn’t too clear on what she was talking about, but she seemed pretty damn scared. There was some blabbering about Egypt and the king of scorpions-”
“King of Scorpions?” Buffy repeated, eyebrow arched. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t know,” Xander replied. “I asked Giles about it and he said that had nothing to do with the problem at hand. He was going on about mummies and the end of the world.”
“Mummies?” Buffy shook her head, giving a brief shudder of disgust. “I hate mummies. They’re always so slimy and stuff.”
“And if you’re not careful, they lay their kiss of death on you,” Xander added with a knowing smile. Willow shot him a wry grin, folding her arms across her chest.
“I think that the Ampata incident might be clouding your judgement when it comes to this mummy,” the redhead grinned. “If this one wants to bring about the end of the world, I doubt he’s preoccupied with sucking the life out of people to prolong his life. If that was the case, wouldn’t he need a constant supply of humans to keep him
“True,” Xander assented. “But I’m sure that he’ll find the time to suck the life out of someone. I mean, it’s what mummies do.”
“This is getting us nowhere,” Buffy interjected. “We need more information than this. Like where is this mummy that is scaring the shit out of everyone? I can’t kick his ass properly if I don’t know where he is.”
“I don’t think Giles want you close enough to him to kick his ass,” Xander told her. “He seemed quite adamant that we stay put until the Council can come to some sort of decision about what to do.”
Buffy made a face, kicking her couch listlessly.
“I hate waiting on those guys.”
Geoffrey Fitzpatrick gave a loud yawn, bleakly looking up at the building in front of him, a distaste expression on his face. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, what he wanted and what others ordered him to do were two very different things. And if he didn’t need the family name and family wealth to get on in this life, he would have told them all to go to hell a long time ago.
But that was not the case. Even though he would rather be off, drinking or partying with his friends, he had to be responsible and come into work. His mother had seemed quite adamant when she called him on the phone. Apparently there was something very serious going on in the world today, something that required that even he get his butt to the office and prepare to work constructively for a change.
Though it was most likely that everyone was blowing this situation out of proportion. He didn’t know what the situation was per say, but he had this feeling like they were throwing it out of proportion. After all, the Council had a bit of a reputation for doing that.
Geoffrey heaved another great sigh before making his way up the steps and through the front doors of the office building. He winced a bit when his head began to throb once more, the only last effect of the drinking binge he had gone on last night. An aspirin or two would take care of that, though the dryness in his mouth was not likely to dissipate for a little while. Hopefully his mother would not notice his discomfort. She would have quite a lot to say if she knew what he was doing last night, though she probably already suspected it anyway.
He had a wane smile for the girl at the front desk, one that she returned rather dazedly. She returned right back to her work, and for the first time Geoffrey noticed how busy things seemed to be in the office. The phones were ringing off the hook, the fax machine up front was constantly beeping, and there were Watchers rushing around in the most hurried fashion he had ever seen them in.
“What the bloody hell has gotten into everyone?” he murmured to himself, making his way through the crowded lobby and to the elevators. He made his way up to the fourth floor, stepping off and finding it in the same state as the front lobby. People were rushing to and fro, papers flying and books being pulled off shelves rapidly. There was a line of computers in the corner of the room, all of them occupied by some of the more technologically inclined of the Watchers. He watched all this mayhem in wonder for a few seconds before he heard his name being called.
“It’s about time you showed up.”
The sharp comment came from his younger brother, William. The younger of the two brunettes was glaring at the elder in severe disapproval.
“You went out drinking again,” William accused him primly. Geoffrey rolled his eyes, pushing his way past his brother and further into the room.
“Of course I did,” he replied smartly. “And don’t act so shocked. It’s expected of me.”
“It’s also expected of you to respect your duties,” William shot back, keeping stride with his older brother. The rush of Watchers parted for the coming brothers, some taking a moment to come out of their panicked haze to admire the attractiveness present in both. Light brown hair, blue eyes, tall statures, and medium builds, the Fitzpatrick boys were some of the better specimens on the Council, and both knew it. Though Geoffrey always seemed more inclined to take advantage of that fact more so than his brother.
“We have a situation here Geoffrey,” William hissed at his brother as he manoeuvred him in the direction of Mr. Travers and their mother. “A very serious one at that. They’re saying that an apocalypse has started.”
“And who’s trying their hand at it now?” Geoffrey asked in an amused voice. “Is it a vampire? Perhaps Angelus has returned once more to wreak havoc on the life of the Slayer. Or is it something else altogether? It has something to do with the Slayer anyway. She always seems to be right in the middle of these sorts of things. I know! It’s another hell god, just like last year.”
“Don’t be a prat big brother,” William admonished him. “This isn’t something to be taking so lightly.”
“Then what is it?” Geoffrey retorted with an unimpressed snort. “Another ascension? What? Perhaps it’s aliens from outer space this time. Are we being invaded?”
“It’s Imhotep,” William replied quietly. Geoffrey stopped right in his tracks, sending his brother a quick glare. Many things flitted through his mind, tales he had heard from his grandfather and mother alike. A reminder of the blasted dream he had the other night. Images of sand, blood, and red hair flashed in front of him before he shook his head to clear it.
“That’s not funny little brother,” he growled at William. William met his eyes head on, never flinching for a second.
“It wasn’t a joke,” he returned with force. Geoffrey took a deep breath, trying to calm his rattled nerves. William never faltered in his gaze, keeping steady contact with his brother. Geoffrey knew then that William wasn’t lying at all.
Feeling more apprehensive than before, Geoffrey picked up his pace, eyes searching for his mother through the sea of Watchers before him. He saw her in the farther corner, in deep discussion with Travers and that Mr. Giles, the Slayer’s former Watcher. He made his way over to the group, ignoring William following beside him. He stopped just before his mother, clearing his throat for her attention.
Warm brown eyes met up with his blue ones, a knowing gleam in them.
“Hello Geoffrey, so nice of you to join us,” she greeted him. “Finally.”
He ignored her last words and the sarcasm behind them. Instead he pressed on, switching his gaze to take in Travers and Giles.
“Is it true?” he demanded. “Is it him?”
She nodded, just once before a sad smile came to her face.
“Seems like the family curse has risen once more, hasn’t it son?”