Title: The Assistant, part 50
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
Pairing: B/G
Rating: R
Summary: Moving things along, don’t mess with the First Slayer, she doesn’t like it.
NOTE: Contains a bit of violent sexual content.
Spoilers: season 4
Disclaimer: No permission has been granted to use the characters. They are owned by their creator, Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB, and Mutant Enemy. This story is non-profit and is intended solely as entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.
The magical aftershock still burned through their systems. They curled up on the couch, the floor and the chairs at casa Giles to talk about their efforts and decided to watch some movies to burn off their excess energy. The TV came on and within five minutes all of them had fallen asleep as the adrenalin surge dissipated.
Xander and Willow both had dreams of the First Slayer that frightened them nearly to death. She was the essence of savage. Her primal nature as a killer stalked them through the ravages of the dream world. They were left with a very clear message to not disturb her again.
Giles’ dream was different. She pursued him through dense jungles and sandy deserts till at last she cornered him alone in a room very reminiscent of their old Library. She followed him till he backed up against a table before ripping his garments off, not minding that she was taking plenty of skin with her. When he stood naked and bleeding before her, she grinned a feral smile and leaned close to him. She bent and smelled the musky, frightened scent he was giving off before putting a hand in the blood she had drawn on him. After coating her palm, she raised her hand to her lips and licked it clean. Before he could move, she pounced on him, mounting him and forcing an erection he wasn’t aware of having into her body. As his dream-self shot his seed into her, she leaned forward and tore his throat out. He woke in a terrified sweat.
Buffy witnessed the dreams of her friends while enjoying one of her own. The strangeness of it didn’t seem to bother her. She knew her pursuer was the First Slayer and she was not exactly in awe though her anger as the Primal raped her husband was huge. Suddenly, the two of them were alone in a desert. They exchanged a flurry of blows before the First backed off. As Buffy watched, her belly expanded as if in the last weeks of pregnancy. The creature held her hands protectively over the giant belly and looked meaningfully at her magical descendent.
Putting her hands about an inch from her tumescent stomach, the First Slayer made pulling gestures and a ball of greenish gold light seemed to seep out of her navel. She formed the light into a ball and, before Buffy could evade her, pushed it towards the blonde Slayer’s own stomach. It seemed to enter her and dissipate. Buffy woke up and looked at the others. Everyone was coming out of the Slayer-induced trauma and while they were all aware that they had experienced a personal encounter, none of them wished to speak of it. Xander and Willow opted to make their way home, not really wishing to be around another Slayer right then, no matter how much they loved her.
Giles, shaken and somewhat traumatized by his own brush with the First Slayer helped his wife to their bedroom. She was peripherally aware of his trauma and began running her hands over him soothingly, drawing on their bond to calm his torn spirits. They made love to each other tenderly before falling into a more restful sleep that carried them through till morning.
Buffy woke and yawned before rolling over to study her still sleeping spouse. He was a good man and she loved him, though he had not been her choice. He woke as she stroked his face.
“I love you,” she whispered softly to him.
He smiled. “And I you, beloved. You’re up early.”
“Yeah, more energy than I know what to do with, I guess. Plus, I was thinking we need to call Merrick and Mom and let them know it’s over.”
He nodded and reached for the bedside phone. It was mid-afternoon in England. Joyce picked up the receiver.
“Merrick residence. Joyce speaking.”
“Joyce, it’s Rupert. We called to let everyone know; it’s over, we won. We are all fine.”
“Oh, Rupert! Thank God! Merrick is out sparring with Anna. Hold on while I call him!” He heard her put down the phone and yell out the window to her husband. Seconds later, the phone was picked up by the panting Watcher.
“Rupert! How are you, my boy? How’s our girl?”
“We survived. Buffy’s fine,” he explained about the enjoining spell and finally mentioned that they had all had rather disquieting dreams, but declined to give details.
“Rupert that was exceedingly dangerous! Who knows what the long-term repercussions of calling on a Primal power like the First Slayer could be? Watch yourself carefully, my boy.” They talked for a few more minutes before Giles handed the phone to Buffy. She carefully detailed her experiences under the influence of the spell, but merely said that the dreams were bizarre and that she really didn’t want to do that again. After getting what she later referred to as ‘third-degreed’ by Merrick, she talked to her mom and then to Anna. The other girl was thrilled by Buffy’s story.
“I am getting much better at the Slaying, Buffy. Perhaps soon Merrick will allow us to come to you.”
“That would be so great, Anna, but wait till he says you’re ready. The Hellmouth isn’t all that forgiving.”
“How is our sister, Faith?”
“No word from Wes, who we so need to call and fill in the details of our latest anti-apocalypse. Giles is making expensive phone call gestures so, I gotta go now. Love you, sis.”
“Love you, Buffy.” The younger girl hung up the phone and turned to her adoptive parents. “I hope I’m ready soon. Buffy is going to kill off all the vampires before I even get a chance at them.”
Joyce laughed and ruffled her hair. “Don’t grow up too fast, baby.”
Merrick smiled at them and told Anna to go have a shower before dinner. When she had left the room, he turned to his wife. “I believe we have two daughters to be proud of, dear.”
“I know we do,” Joyce grinned and hugged him. “Plus, we have one hungry boy to feed as well.”
They made their way to the kitchen to prepare supper.