NOTE: This chapter is rated FR7
TITLE: I Think I’ll Disappear Now
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon created Buffy, James Cameron created Dark Angel, Gregory Widen created Highlander, Eric Kripke created Supernatural. Mark Rein-Hagen created White Wolf. Cyrus the Great is owned by history. I only play in their world for a short while.
PAIRING: Xander/Cordelia, Willow/Oz, Johnathon/Amy
SPOILERS: Dark Angel is set at the end of season 2 after the books. Buffy is set during season 3 episode Lover's Walk/The Wish. Highlander is set after the incidents in Endgame. Supernatural is pre-show.
Summary: Part 2 of I Wish upon a Star and a continuation of the other stories in the series. Giles and Zack are off to parts unknown looking for Daniel while the Scoobies have a crisis of their own to contend with.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is based on Challenge 1405: Not so broken world submitted by Ladeia, Challenge 400: Immortal Revelation by Teri. Any characters named after actual people is a total coincidence on the part this writer.
… Get Your Kicks on Route 66 ...
Zack frowned as Rupert Giles drove his Citroen five miles under the speed limit. "Can't this bucket of bolts go any faster?" the big X5 asked impatiently.
They had been on highway 30 for a little while and according to the map they should be to Cleveland soon.
Giles looked at the young man out of the corner of his eye. "Can you be any more obnoxious?" he asked the young man in an aggravated tone.
"Hey," Zack frowned, "you're no fun either, old man."
"Look," the Immortal said as he stopped the car on the side of the highway and turned to the younger man. "You came with me out of some obligation to Cordelia. I had no need of a tag-along. Did you ever learn respect?"
"I think I missed Socialization 101 when I broke out of Manticore," he said sarcastically.
"I could put you out on the side of the road, but my children asked me to keep an eye on you." Giles said as he put the car into gear and drove onto the highway once more. "The least you could do is pretend to cooperate."
"If you'd get this piece of crap car to go faster, I might consider it," Zack said with a smirk.
Giles gave a long suffering sigh. "Are you convinced that we are not in post pulse America?"
"Everything IS different," Zack began as he looked at the scenery out of the window. "There are no car skeletons along the road. Buildings are not full of grafitti. And, the general populace is not living in the streets."
"So what did you do... back there I mean?" Giles asked as he made small talk.
"I looked out for my brothers and sisters," Zack said as he looked at the older man in curiousity. "What does being a Watcher entail? Also, what exactly is an Immortal?"
"A Watcher is a member of a secret organization: the Watchers' Council. I prepare the Slayer to fight demonic forces... vampires, demons and anything that would try to open a doorway to any hell dimension."
Giles remained silent for a long moment.
Not one to forget easily, "And the Immortal gig?"
The Watcher pursed his lips and went into lecture mode: "If we define "mortal" (what you would call ordinary) as a creature that can die by both violence and time, and we define "quasi-immortal" (vampires, elves, certain demons) as a creature that can die by violence but not time, then an Immortal (deities, demigods, the Endless) must be a creature that cannot die by either violence or time. An Immortal is therefore a being that cannot die at all, even if their head comes away from their neck. In the terms of this definition, I would be considered "quasi-immortal" than true immortal."
Zack looked at Giles in silent contemplation as he thought over the other man's words.
After a long stretch of silence, Zack was finally impatient enough once more to ask, "Are we there yet?"
"Argh," Giles exclaimed as he tried to make the Citroen speed up, but the little car did not have enough power.
In the Highways and the Hedges…
A black, Dodge DeSoto weaved recklessly along the back road into Sunnydale, California. It crashed off the road over some hedges and into the Welcome sign.
The driver’s side door was kicked open. A platinum blond male in a long, black leather coat leapt out of the car and stalked over to the sign. He lifted it up and looked at it with a disgusted scowl.
“Home sweet hell,” he said as he propped it up against the corrugated metal stake it had been attached to.
He then turned and stalked back to his car, got in and slammed the door.
The DeSoto continued recklessly down the road toward town.
Call Me, on the Line, Call Me, Any, Anytime…
“John?” Jessica said quietly after she had knocked and opened the door to the room that used to be her son’s. The light from the hallway spilled into the room painting her in silhouette.
“I’m up,” John said quietly as he sat up and turned to put his feet on the floor.
“Alexander is on the line,” she said as she handed him the portable and left the room to give him some privacy.
“Hello?” John spoke into the phone.
There was nothing but silence on the other end.
“Hello,” John said once more.
“Hello,” the voice on the other end sounded similar to John’s voice at that age. “You’re my sperm donor,” the voice did not sound angry, it did not sound disrespectful, just truthful. There was a lack of inflection that, to John, was curious.
“I’d like to be more than that,” John said with a frown as he realized it was the truth, “If you’ll let me.”
There was a sign from the other end, “The last one was a little too… abusive… for my taste.” Still he did not sound angry, only truthful.
“I can’t promise I won’t get angry or raise my voice,” the Hunter said. “But, I will promise never to hit you.”
There was a long pause before the young man spoke one more time, “Okay, I’ll give you a shot. But, if you prove me wrong, you’ll never see me again.”
“Fair enough,” John said as he stood from the single bed and move to the desk. He rubbed his eyes then reached for his notebook. “Can we meet today?”
The young man cleared his throat before he responded, “Sure, but it’ll have to be after school. We get our ACT results today so I kinda wanna find out how I did. We do get off early due to results day so I can meet you around two.”
“That’ll work,” John responded as he opened the book to the page about the boy. “Where would you suggest?”
“Well,” the boy responded with a sniff and a long pause. “There’s a coffee shop, its kinda girly, but its quiet, called The Espresso Pump.”
“I saw it on my way into town,” John said as he wrote into the notebook.
After another pause the young man said, “I’ll meet you there at one, but I have to get to school or I’ll be late.”
“It was good talking to you,” John said with a slight smile.
“Yeah,” the young man agreed, “it was good talking to you too, sir.”
As they hung up, for the first time in a long time, John Winchester looked forward to the day.