Parallel Lives - Part One
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Spoilers: End of S7 of Buffy, Through most of OotP, with obvious changes
Pairings: Several that will come up later, only current one is Willow/Kennedy(This may change)
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Everything around him seemed swirled in a strange mist. The sounds all around him seemed as if they were coming from very far away. He looked around him at the battlefield he seemed to find himself in, bodies littered the ground, bolts of green and red and other colors seemed to streak through the air, along with half heard cries of what seemed to be...Latin? He shook his head for a moment, looking down for a moment at a rather plump boy who's legs seemed to be twitching all of their own accord. He was stammering something. He couldn't figure out what, though. He felt himself say something back, though he had no idea what it was and he couldn't remember even feeling the need to speak. All of a sudden the boy was yelling at him and he strained to hear it, somehow feeling it may be important.
"Dubbledore!" He thought he heard the boy say, though he didn't have a clue who or what a Dubbledore was. He almost wanted to frown, until he found himself turning to look where the boy was staring. He found himself looking on a tall older man, with long white hair and a beard, wearing half-moon glasses and a mask of fury. He didn't know why, but as the old man brushed by him, he felt an almost overwhelming sense of security and triumph. He wasn't sure who the guy was, but he just KNEW he had to be one of the good guys.
As he turned to follow his path and watched him move to strike at some of the people wearing strange white masks who tried to flee at his approach, something caught his eye. He found his gaze turned towards a couple. A woman he did not recognize, who looked gaunt and pale was fighting...someone. He could swear he looked familiar, but he was having trouble placing where he would've seen someone that looked that battered and aged.
As the figured ducked a burst of red light and laughed at the person, shouting, "Come on, you can do better than that!", he felt his eyes go wide. He KNEW that voice. It just couldn't be him, though, not by a long shot. Regardless, he felt himself already moving in motion towards the two, trying to break at a dead run, jumping down steps as he tried to get to the two. He didn't know why, but he had a sudden feeling he HAD to get there.
Then, it happened. A burst of red slammed into the familiar person's chest, starting to send him backwards, a look of shock on his face. He felt himself moving ever closer, as the person started to fall towards a strange doorway with a veil in front of it. He felt himself screaming, what seemed to be the person's name. Serious? Who names a person Serious? And then the person was falling through the veil, and he felt himself reaching for the person's hand. As he grasped it, just before he fell through, he felt himself pulled by the hand towards the veil, twisting him around. The last sight he had before darkness was a look of horror on the faces of the old man, a man with graying hair and the plump boy he saw before. He heard laughter, the mocking laughter of the woman. Then there was silence and blackness.
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With a start, Jason Harrison Summers felt himself sit bolt upright, sweating and shaking, as he woke from his dream. He rubbed the old scar on his forehead, as it started to throb for a moment. He tried taking a few deep breaths as he took in his surroundings, trying to calm himself down. In the room around him, he saw his roommate watching him for a moment, sitting near the foot of his bed, along with a young blonde woman, smiling at him.
"Hey, sleepyhead. You alright? You had a nightmare," the blonde said reassuringly, smiling at him. He tried to place her face for a moment, through his disorientation, before he remembered, a sense of relief flowing through him. Buffy. That meant he was in his room in Cleveland. Which meant the other person...
"Yeah, sounded like a real doozy, too, Jace. I think the Slayers on the other side of the ocean heard you," Xander Harris said, smirking at his roommate and friend.
"Uh. Yeah. I'm okay, guys. Just...y'know. Same old dreams," Jason frowned. He hadn't had the dreams for weeks, really. And he thought they'd finally stopped. Well, obviously not.
"Aw, sweetie." He felt Buffy move closer to lean in to give him a hug, "It's alright. I definitely know what it's like to have the whole wiggy dreams. As long as your big sister's around, you've got nothing to worry about. Now hurry up and get dressed. Andrew and Christian have breakfast ready, and you know how fast the food goes, with a house full of Slayers."
Jason felt himself hugging her back and nodding, a smirk starting to gather. "Yeah, seriously. And that's NOT accounting for you and Xan here. Me and Dawn were lucky to ever get any food in the same house as you. Ow! Slayer strength!"
Buffy shot him a look, as she slapped his arm, lightly, standing up. "Yeah, yeah. Everyone's a comedian. And I so didn't hit you that hard. Now move it, buster. I'm thinking your little episode might've woken them up."
Jason smirked, quirking an eyebrow, as he moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed and reach for his glasses. Somehow this little banter seemed...right, to him. Why shouldn't it? They'd be at it for years. "Right, right. I'm going. Tell Dawnie to save me a plate."