appomattoxco: (Displaced)
TITLE: Displaced part 15/15
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
SUMMARY: If you don’t know by now I’m in trouble
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles, Spike/Buffy, Wes/Willow and Ethan/Lorne yes it’s kind of crack, why do you ask?
RATING: FRT
A/N: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] janedavitt for the beta and [livejournal.com profile] ezagaaikwe for the idea. [livejournal.com profile] agilebrit for the the icon and for the banner. [livejournal.com profile] smudgiboo
A/N: This ride has been long for such a short fic thank you all for reading. I hope it works well as whole. I may revisit this world for other adventures now that Giles is where he belongs but this seemed a good place to end.



Buffy woke a few days after the battle with Dru and Riley. I wasn’t at all surprised when she insisted that we do the spell to restore Spike immediately. I had no earthly idea why Buffy wanted to know if the spell could have 76 trombones as backup. I just took the return of her sense of humor as a sign of recovery.

In the beginning, the spell appeared to be going just as planned, literally note perfect. We sat in a circle surrounding Buffy, who was sitting tailor fashion and would be unable to speak or move until the spell was finished. Just as I started the final verse, I saw Spike in the center of our circle beside Buffy. Naked, with his head in Buffy's lap, he appeared as if he’d fallen into the circle newly reborn, but still not quite real. He was steadily becoming more and solid. The energy in the room was growing in waves as I sang with the others.Read more... )
appomattoxco: (Displaced)
TITLE: Displaced part 14/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles of course but other pairings TBA
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: See eariler chapters
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to JaneDavitt for the beta. Sorry for the long wait. I hope a few of you are still reading.


A few days had passed since Buffy’s rescue. Giles Investigations had probably never seen so much magic; the building was warded tightly against Drusilla and Riley and Willow and Wesley were working spells to augment Buffy’s healing. Ethan, Lorne, Anya, and I had even made a little progress in transposing and translating the song spell before our eyes and voices gave up and Ethan left with Lorne for the night. All of this white magic in the air should’ve left me with a feeling of well-being. Instead I was anxious, overtired, and too tense for sleep. Perhaps it was simply that Ethan was helping. It felt a lot like stepping back in time through a funhouse mirror -- although, given my life, that should’ve felt comfortably familiar by now.Read more... )
appomattoxco: (Displaced)
TITLE: Displaced part 13/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles, Wes/Willow,Buffy/Spike
RATING: FRT
.AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to JaneDavitt for making it readable. It's not my best work but I think I just need to post so I can move forward. Thank you so very much for continuinig to read this.previous parts here


We found two of the children dead, their bodies discarded like old rags heaped in a corner. Ethan’s friend was awake and luckily only had a few scratches; carrying the tall demon would have been awkward. Ethan had unshackled him and they were already moving toward the exit. )
appomattoxco: (Displaced)
When the doorbell woke me from my fitful sleep at 3 a.m. I felt excitement and relief rather than dread. The wait was over.

Ethan had arrived, holding an axe and wearing a grim expression; neither were things I was accustomed to him bringing to a fight. The Ethan I knew would go into a brawl gleefully relying on his wits and wizardry alone. I was so struck by the difference that I didn’t even invite him in.

“Gods’ sake, stop gawking! Did you think I’d been turned?” Ethan asked. Without waiting for an answer, he barged in. “Where are the weapons? It’s time to get them out of there. Drusilla and Finn are out hunting.”

“Them, you have someone in there too.” It was a statement, not a question, and it explained Ethan’s seriousness and sudden fondness for weapons. I knew Ethan’s involvement couldn’t have been all about the past. He wouldn’t pass up an opportunity for revenge. But only something more immediate would inspire grim determination in him.

“Drusilla wanted a pretty song bird to entertain her and Riley got her one. I really don’t want to talk about it.” His eyes were dark with magic and his hands were fisted at his side. “If we leave now we’ll have a few sleepy minions to dispatch. If we wait we’ll have a lot more, not to mention Drusilla and Finn.”

“Right,” I agreed. At least I was somewhat reassured that if we were headed into a trap Ethan wasn’t the one setting it.

I woke the others; they had all slept in dark workout clothes and only had to put on shoes to be battle ready. Even Dawn looked formidable and alert to me, though I protested when she went for the crossbow.

“Ease up Ripper,” Ethan said. He sounded familiar for the first time tonight. “It’s only fair I have the Slayer’s sister with me. You have your demon and Pryce has his witch.”

Ethan’s leer seemed halfhearted at best. A poor attempt at appearing his usual self or I would’ve gotten angry.

Dawn seemed to have realized this, too, as she simply made a face and replied, “Get off my side; you’re making my side look gross.”

“It would even the numbers and it wouldn’t be her first, Giles,” Anya said. To my embarrassment, I completely misheard, my brain continuing Ethan’s theme and my face must’ve shown it. “It’s not her first fight. Phew, and people talk about me.”

Wesley took an axe and said to me, “Don’t feel bad. It takes considerable talent to put your foot in your mouth without even opening it.” I let the look on my face tell him just how un-amused I was but it didn’t seem to phase him at all.

“Are we done chatting now? Sunrise is in a few hours; we need to get going,” Ethan said, impatient again.

I wanted to point out that the whole conversation was his fault, but I was saved from saying the impressively mature words, You started it! when Anya pronounced the traditional pre-battle comic relief over. She then herded us all out the door as efficiently as a border collie. She was a ninja barder collie dressed in black and armed to the teeth. I fell a little more in love with her. Nothing could go wrong tonight; I had too much at stake to let it.


As I suspected, Drusilla and Riley’s lair was right under our nose all this time. Not far from the dock where I first fell into this dimension. I simply couldn’t see it due to the wards hiding it. I couldn’t help thinking that it was better left unseen. It was a dark, musty wreck. I couldn’t even tell what the place had been used for last. The plan was for Anya and me to go in by the north facing entrance while the others took the south and east splitting up in teams of two to find the hostages faster . The place wasn’t as open as I would’ve liked; there were stack of pallets, broken machinery and old crates everywhere, with Lord knows what lurking behind them.

I got my answer soon enough when an unkempt female vampire walked up and asked me if I were the delivery guy. I staked her quickly. If this were the sort of minion we were up against it should be a cakewalk. The faint sound of the vampire exploding into dust brought others out of hiding. So much for a cakewalk; some of the vamps seemed to have military training. It was like the video simulation my other Willow designed to train the slayers. Vampires kept coming at us. Anya took two for every one I’d dust. We worked well together even in dim light and sometimes tight spaces. I could hear the others fight as well; now and then, I could see a flash or feel the crackle of a spell from Ethan or Willow. The minions seemed to be thinning out and there was no sign of Drusilla or Riley. I hoped we could just find Buffy and get out of this maze.

Then I smelt unmistakable odor of burning hair. Anya and I raced around the corner just in time to see Ethan put out Dawn’s flaming braid with a quick incantation as the vampire behind her turned to ash.

“Dawn are you alright?” Anya, Willow and I asked at once.

“I’m fine guys I think my jacket kept my back from getting fried.”

“Not to mention my quick thinking,” Ethan said.

“Yeah, and next time you might want to be more careful when you make vamp flambé. You’re payin … Do you hear that?” Dawn broke off her complaint to ask.

I couldn’t hear anything, there didn’t even appear to be any vampires left un-dusted. But Anya shouted “This way!” Anya said, “I think it could be Buffy or possibly Drusilla.”
appomattoxco: (Displaced)
Anya called Willow and briefly warned her to put up some extra wards. I didn’t want to simply go home and wait for word from Ethan so Anya and I questioned a few more likely informants and searched some abandoned warehouses. We came across a couple of newly risen vampires that didn’t know anything about either Drusilla or Finn. I found Anya’s ability to twist off a vampire’s head was impressive, and I suspect she was showing off a little. I have to admit to doing a little of that myself; it had been a long time since I’d done any fieldwork with a partner. I don’t think either of us would wish to make a habit of patrolling but it was nice to know we could hold our own if need be.

Later we found a nest of Shizue demons that were keeping the rodent population down. They claimed they had never heard of Drusilla or Riley and if they did they were more afraid of the vampire than the two of us. “I honestly couldn’t bring myself to put any real pressure on them. I felt as if I was being mean to a litter of puppies,” I complained when we left them.

“Well, you know what they say, you are what you eat.” Read more... )
Well working Displaced backwards didn't work out so well all I really managed was vague outline-ish stuff. I wrote and rewrote I did a few drabbles. I wrote 500 words of the AU HLoD bunny. Then tonight I put on Billie Holiday and wrote 700 words on chapter 10 of Displaced and I think they're good words. I have no idea why music I'm certain neither Giles or Anya actually would like seems to feed my Ganya muse but it does.
TITLE: Displaced part 9/? AUTHOR: Appomattoxco FEEDBACK:Pretty please! DISTRIBUTION: just let me know. DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue. TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen” PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles, Wesley/Willow, Buffy/Spike RATING: FRT SUMMARY: A mage, a vengance demon and a Watcher meet in a pub :o) AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is just a short one for those in need of a distraction from the news.

“Giles, were you and Ethan lovers in your dimension too?”

 

“Don’t we have more important things to discuss? Riley Finn and Drusilla are working together.” A cold mix of fear and anger coiled inside me at the mention of Spike’s mad sire. I can’t say I ever actually liked Riley but I didn’t actively dislike him. The poor young man must have been turned in the line of duty or though his own foolishness.

 

“Come on,” Anya said, “a simple 'yes' or 'no' doesn't take that long.”

Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 8/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL:Please
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY:Sorry Anya doesn't really get to do much in this chapter but we have a special guest star.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to JaneDavitt for making it readable


I was disappointed that Rupert hadn’t left a trench coat or something similarly suited to the detective image for me to wear over the jeans and T-shirt I found in his wardrobe. However, the brown leather jacket he had left behind fitted like an old friend and the pockets were very convenient for stashing weapons.Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 7/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
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DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles
RATING: FRT

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you for the beta Jane. Any mistakes are my own.

It was decided that Anya and I would pick Dawn up from the airport while Willow tried a locator spell to find Buffy. We had no way of knowing just how much danger she was in and it was better to act quickly than to let a trail go cold. I very quickly discovered it was a mistake to get into a vehicle with Anya in the driver's seat. She didn’t speed or tailgate but she drove like as if she had received her license in a dimension without traffic lights. At least I wouldn’t have to explain the lack of gray in my hair to Dawn. Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 6/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: pretty please
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles possibly only UST
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: The Council Library is blown up again and Willow gets Giles out of there the only way she can.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: That sound you hear is the the filling in of plot holes. Thank you for the beta [livejournal.com profile] janedavitt

The ever-practical Anya said, “It would be simplest for you to just take Rupert’s place. If anyone notices how good you look they’ll just assume you had work done or that it’s a glamour, depending upon who it is. "Either way, they'll be too polite to ask.”

“Not that I wish to replace your Giles,” I reassured her. “I don’t know the first thing about being a detective.”

“The work we do isn’t so different from being a Watcher. We don’t expect you to take charge; we’re all partners, Giles just comes first in the directory,” Wesley said.

Anya nodded in agreement; Willow sent a small smile in my direction. “Watchers are naturals at private investigation. I know Anya and I want you and Wes won’t mind sharing.” Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 5/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Melissa@lee-grant.com
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: This chapter isn’t that great but stuff almost happens.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to JaneDavitt for making it readable and to pinkdormouse for being a sounding board. What is a ‘sounding board’ anyway I’ve always wondered. BIG thank you to agilebrit for the pretty icon

“Don’t expect this kind of treatment all the time,” Anya said as she placed an enormous sandwich in front of me. Any sting the words might have held were banished by her smile.

Spike had popped in and was sitting on the kitchen island. Did he have an aversion to using a chair? I soon found out that he wanted that vantage point to gaze longingly at my food while I ate. When Anya noticed, she hit him with a dishtowel that naturally went right through him. Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 4/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Melissa@lee-grant.com
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles possibly only UST
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: This chapter is the exposition -palooza sorry.Previous parts here
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to JaneDavitt for making it readable. Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 3/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Melissa@lee-grant.com
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles possibly only UST
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: Everywhere Giles looks there are familiar strangers; even in the mirror.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I made one change in the previous chapter. The Big Bad wanted Giles body dropped on the Slayer’s doorstep not Anya’s. You don’t really need to go back to read it.

After Anya brought me inside she called up the stairs. Willow came down looking fresh from a shower and incredibly young. The woman I knew had lived through sixteen hard years more than this Willow. I didn’t recognize the man a few steps behind Willow until Anya called him ‘Wes’. While Willow was younger than I’d last seen her Wes was more mature. At least the lines on his face and his calm reaction to my arrival were mature… The sweatpants and Scooby Doo T-shirt made me wish my glasses weren’t in the rubble of another dimension. Was he the ‘rogue demon’ now? Did they all live and work here together? I set those questions aside as unimportant for now. Read more... )
TITLE: Displaced part 2/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Melissa@lee-grant.com
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles possibly only UST
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: The Council Library is blown up again and Willow gets Giles out of there the only way she can.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ezagaaikwe I know it doesn’t look like it but this is the start of you Giles PI in London story.

This time I landed behind a bunch of barrels on an unfamiliar dock. It was a very good thing that I had cover because the first thing I saw when I peered around them was my own murder.

Well, it would be more accurate to say that the two minions were dumping a body that was already very dead. Even from here in the dim light I could tell it was my double and it was all I could do to keep from being sick. I focused on the minions standing over the body. The lisping British voices of the two vampires carried easily on the night air. I could only hide there hoping that the scent of my double concealed my presence. When she opened the portal Willow must have done a very effective healing spell too because I was no longer bleeding. Read more... )

new fic

Apr. 27th, 2005 11:34 pm
TITLE: Displaced part 1/?
AUTHOR: Appomattoxco
FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Melissa@lee-grant.com
DISTRIBUTION: just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: I’m not making any money off this or anything else actually so don’t sue.
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Wildly AU post “Chosen”
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Anya/Giles of course but other pairings TBA
RATING: FRT
SUMMARY: The Council Library is blown up again and Willow gets Giles out of there the only way she can.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ezagaaikwe I know it doesn’t look like it but this is the start of you Giles PI in London story. Thanks to JaneDavitt for the beta.

January 18th, 2017 Giles:

I had to laugh; there was a calendar lying in the rubble beside me. It was Buffy’s birthday and even ten years after her death terrible things still happened. The laugh sounded more like a hacking cough and sent a spear of pain through my side. If anyone knows exactly how painful an actual spear through the side is it’s me.

“Giles, is that you? I’m stuck, I can’t move, oh.” Willow’s voice sounded like a sandcastle crumbling in the tide; her tears breaking the sound down and carrying it away.

“Willow, don’t stop talking. I’ll find you and get us out of here!” I prayed to whoever would listen that I would find her alive under the rubble that used to be the Council library. I had buried first Buffy, then last year I had beheaded Xander to keep him from becoming what he hated most. Willow was bloody well going to live to put me in the ground, if I had to speed my own death along to see it happen.

I held my hand to my bleeding side and awkwardly climbed over and around toppled bookcases and desks. Willow didn’t call out again and I wondered if I had imagined her voice. I looked to my left and finally saw Willow’s pale face illuminated by the faint light that found its way in through a hole in the ceiling. A beam had overturned a bookcase and trapped her under it; her legs crushed under the combined weight. I was so sure that she was dead that when she smiled I was startled. “Dear God, Willow!”

“Giles, happened - so fast - didn’t have a chance…” Her voice crumbled again washing away in chunks. There was even a gurgling sound. I stroked her hair and tried to completely ignore the tears coursing down my face. If I didn’t draw attention to them perhaps she wouldn’t notice them in the shadowy wreck. I heard the building groan and shielded Willow from more falling debris with my body. Willow whispered, “go!” in my ear and with surprising strength shoved me backwards. I fell into a void and kept falling.

Then suddenly I was watching myself hand a book to Buffy on the day we met. Before I could even blink, I was yanked away to somewhere – somewhen?- else. I fell again and this time I had a chance to watch myself kill Ben. No one appeared to notice me; was I dead and seeing my life flash before my eyes? Had Willow opened a portal in time or to other dimensions? I looked down and the wound in my side was gone. Before I could see if I had any substance in this world I was yanked away from it.

***

This time I landed behind a bunch of barrels on an unfamiliar pier. It was a very good thing that I had cover because the first thing I saw when I peered around them was my own murder.

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