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Summary: The spell creating all the Slayers backfires, leaving Buffy the only slayer. She makes a wish and is sent back in time

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Comics > League of Extraordinary GentlemenkecharaashkeFR1846,18022310,8513 Jul 0615 Mar 07No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR7

Introducing the League Part One

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Those belong to much more brilliant minds than mine.

Pairing: Buffy/?

This is my first fanfiction story, so please review!


Elizabeth sighed, collapsing into bed. It had been a long night, made even longer by her chat with M after delivering the portrait to him. He had been insistent in his demands for every detail of the fight and retrieval of the picture. She fell into sleep and dreams the moment her head touched the pillow.

“Yeah B, you’ve just got to live like a normal person now. How’s that feel?”

Buffy grinned, joy lighting up her brilliant green eyes. “It feels great.” she whispered.

Everyone cheered the new beginning. “Let’s head to L.A. Angel can put us up for a while until we plan our next move.” Buffy spoke up. “Come on, move out.” They all piled into the bus.
“What? You, you can’t mean that!” Buffy cried desperately.

“We can and we do.” The Powers spoke together. “The balance must be maintained. Too much power on one side will lead to corruption and darkness.”

“How can you say that? Good has triumphed. Thousands of Slayers have been activated. Demons, vampires, and all other creatures of darkness now fear and respect the Slayers. The Watcher’s Council is being rebuilt. This is a good thing!”

“No. It is not. If the imbalance is allowed to remain, the very fabric of the world will be torn apart. There is only one thing to be done. No more Slayers but the one will exist.”

“No! Please, not me! I’m tired. Give this burden to someone else. I’m so tired.”

“We do regret this, but the imbalance must be corrected at the very beginning. With the first death. Let it begin now.”

The Powers’ voices rose as one in a chant that Buffy didn’t recognize. She felt the power rise around her and suddenly, she felt something slam into her, a power painfully forced into her very being. She gasped and fell to her knees, sobbing in pain. “Please, stop! What are you doing?”

“What you are feeling is the power of each current Slayer being forced back into you. An unfortunate drawback to this power is that you will be forever eternal, immortal.”

Buffy gasped in shock, staring blankly at the pair of emotionless beings. How could they even dare to force this punishment upon her.

“Think of it not as a punishment, but as a gift. This power can only bring good things to you in the future.”

“No, it can‘t. There is no future in this. You have cursed me to forever bear a duty that I am so very tired of.” Buffy raised angry, pain filled eyes to meet the powers. “I will never forgive this,” she hissed furiously.

Elizabeth sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. “What the hell was that?” The dream seemed so real, so vivid. The girl in the dream could have been her. “No.” Elizabeth shied away from the memories that tried to get a hold of her. “It was just a dream. Nothing more.” She sighed as she realized that the sun was already coming up. No point in even trying to go back to bed. Besides, M wanted her in the briefing room as soon as possible. The majority of the League was to arrive today.

She quickly dressed and ate a bit for breakfast before making her way down, cursing M’s sense of drama as she descended stair after stair. By the time she arrived, she really wasn’t in a good mood.

“Must you insist on being down so far?” She griped. M merely smiled and gestured for her to sit.

“All part of the plan my dear.”

“Whatever.” She started to pull out her chair when suddenly her arm shot out, grabbing hold of an invisible wrist that had been attempting to relieve her of her purse. “If you wish to keep that hand Mr. Skinner, I suggest you do not attempt to pull your tricks on me.” She let go of the wrist, only to spin around until she was behind him. Before he even had a glimmer of what she was doing, he found himself pulled tight against Elizabeth’s small frame with a dagger pressed to his throat. “Just because you’re invisible doesn’t mean that I can’t see you.” she whispered in his ear before letting him go.

“Well, of course darlin’,” a shaken Skinner spoke up. “Not meanin’ no harm. Just havin’ a bit o’ fun.”

“Elizabeth, please try not to rough up our help. Mr. Skinner is a valuable asset to the League and he will be of little use to us if he is not intact.” M spoke up mildly.

Elizabeth spoke up sweetly. “Of course sir, I would never dream of harming him. Just having a bit of fun of my own. After all, a girl’s got to have some distractions once in a while.” She grinned in Skinner’s direction as he laughed loudly.

“Right. Interesting skill, that. Some people can tell when I’m around, but I’ve never met anyone who can tell exactly where I am and be able to act accordingly.”

“I too, find the Lady’s skill quite intriguing.” Another voice spoke and a tall man detached himself from a corner of the room. “Captain Nemo, at your service my Lady,” he bowed elegantly while Elizabeth bowed respectfully in return.

“I have heard much about you as well.” She had been following the man’s exploits and grudgingly found herself admiring the man from afar. Perhaps this venture might actually be of some interest after all.

“I had thought to ask what a young lady like yourself could bring to the League,” Nemo spoke again. “But obviously I can see that skills such as yours will most certainly be of value to our mission.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Superior reflexes. Tactics. Knowledge of weapons and fighting skills. I bring much to this mission.”

“Actually, Elizabeth will simply act as the League’s chronicler,” M cut in.

“What?” Elizabeth glared coldly at her boss. M glared back, silently daring her to challenge his authority in front of the League members. Furious, Elizabeth opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Enter!” M growled, still staring at Elizabeth.

M’s secretary poked her head in. “I apologize for interrupting sir, but Sanderson Reed has sent word that he was successful in acquiring Mr. Quartermaine’s services they are on their way down.”

“Thank you.” M said and the secretary quietly left. He went around the room dimming lights. “Elizabeth, please just accept this. A chronicler is needed for future generations to know what the League has done for them.”

“Fine. But you owe me a better explanation later.” Elizabeth moved to stand beside him, inwardly seething. How dare he? Chronicler? That’s it? Granted, the only purpose of the League was to collect parts of them for experimentation, but still! It irked.

Quartermaine entered the dim room, frowning. “I don’t like theatrics. Identify yourself.”

“My underlings call me sir. My superiors call me M.” He began slowly turning the lights back up revealing himself and Elizabeth. She watched the man who was looking around suspiciously. He was everything she had heard about and more. Despite the years he still appeared strong and agile, moving with the grace of a true hunter. His eyes looked everywhere, taking in his surroundings with a brief glance. Oddly though, he didn’t even give her a second glance despite the hand that rested on one of her daggers. He concentrated instead on M, obviously considering him to be more worthy of attention.

“M?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just M.” Fantom motioned to Elizabeth. “My assistant, Elizabeth.” Quartermaine nodded slightly in acknowledgement before turning back to M. He listened intently as M explained about the League and why it was to be formed.

After a few moments, Nemo introduced himself and Elizabeth concealed a smile when the two spoke, barely concealing their dislike for each beneath polite exchanges. She barely contained a laugh when Quartermaine threw Skinner into the wall. She could tell that the invisible man was pouting at having been put in his place by a small girl and an old man.

“Elizabeth.” M said, drawing her attention back to him. “My assistant will be joining you as chronicler on this trip. She will be recording your doings for future generations.”

“Are you sure that is wise? Sending such a young, fragile girl on such a dangerous mission?”

“I assure you sir, I can take care of myself.” Elizabeth said coldly.

“I’m waiting to be impressed”

“If at any time I am a liability to the mission, I will leave.” Elizabeth spoke angrily. “Although I doubt very much that that will happen.”

The doors opened abruptly, causing everyone to jump as a veiled woman walked in.
“Am I late?” she asked.

“A woman’s prerogative Mrs. Harker.” M said. Elizabeth stiffened. The vampire. Every instinct in her told her to kill the demon, rid the world of its darkness. She shook her head sharply and clenched her hands into fists trying to ignore the feelings.

“Please tell me this is Harker’s wife. With a sick note.” Quartermaine asked, his voice thick with contempt.

“A sick note would be a mild understatement. My husband has been dead for years.”

Yeah, he died fighting the monster that turned you. You should have died with him, Elizabeth thought angrily.

Mina seemed to pick up on the thoughts. “Is something wrong?”

“No. Other than the fact that I see no reason for you to be in the League and even less reason to think that I will enjoy any second of working with you.” Elizabeth spat venomously.

The End?

You have reached the end of "A Wish in Time" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 15 Mar 07.

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