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White Knight's War	By : pixel2817 Category: BtVS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The White Knight�s War

Author :~ pixel

Rated: R mostly, but maybe some NC-17 later ~ depends how it goes
Ship: xander/graham/oc
Disclaimer: I own nothing, claim nothing, they all still belong to Joss et al and I�m just borrowing for a while.

Authors Notes 1: Ok this is probably going to have slash, bad language, character death and buffy bashing ~ so if you don�t like ~ don�t read. I don�t have a beta so all mistakes are mine ~ if you point them out I�ll try to fix them. There�s an explanation etc in prologue.

Authors Notes 2: Please make an author happy and review and I promise it�ll make me write quicker.

Authors Notes 3: for the purposes of this chapter everything in italics is a flashback/memory

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How We Came To This ~ Part 1

The sun had just set when the A.I. team approached the Hyperion, they�d got caught up in a case at the office then Wesley had spent some time going over everything he had found out about the White Knight Prophecy. Angel and Fred had both wanted Spike to remain at the med-centre but, despite the obvious pain he was suffering from, he insisted on accompanying them. Some twenty yards from the entrance both vampires and Wesley stopped suddenly. Gunn and Fred carried on towards the doors before realising they�d lost their companions. They turned back and Gunn asked, �What�s going on?�

It was Wesley who gathered himself together enough to reply, whilst the vampires fought their demons for control, �The entire building has been heavily warded, it�s almost as if it�s been removed from magical sight. The air is literally crawling with magic, it�s as though the wards are a living entity, I�ve never felt anything this strong before.�

Fred looked worriedly at the trio, �Does this mean you can�t get in?�

�No, just means we need a minute, wasn�t expecting all this and we need to adjust to how it feels, don�t you worry pet.� Spike took an unnecessary breath and led Wes and Angel through the barrier. As they reached the entrance the door was flung open by a young woman they didn�t know, but who felt to Angel and Spike like a Slayer.

�Hi, I�m Cass, they�ve been waiting for you; just come in and I�ll round them all up,� with that the young woman shot off into the depths of the hotel leaving the A.I. crew to survey their former home. There were people everywhere; Slayers practicing with weapons, some wiccans gathered round a small altar in one corner, humans working at a bank of computers set up behind the old reception desk and others just hanging out; talking and relaxing, most paying no attention to their newly arrived guests.

There was a space cleared near the back of the room with a cluster of empty couches and chairs and one of the Slayers broke off from her practice and gestured that the A.I. team should wait there. Just as they were sitting down they heard the whirr of the ancient elevator coming up from the basement and when the gate pulled back they recognised Kennedy, Faith and Dana.

The youngest Slayer snapped to alertness when she spotted Angel and Spike, �Vampires.� Before she could move forward and attack Kennedy grabbed her arms and Faith moved in front of her all the while talking softly to the traumatised young girl, �They�re not evil lil sis, that�s Angel and Spike, search my memories Dana, see they helped us, they�re friends, come on lil sis remember what we told you.�

For a second Dana continued to fight Kennedy�s grip, then her gaze went distant as she searched through the memories in her head; her voice was oddly childlike when she spoke again, �Fang and Bleach-boy, friendly vamps,� then turning towards Spike, �You burnt up, saved everyone. Didn�t mean to hurt, was scared. Sorry so sorry.�

�It�s alright, see all better, bandages will be off soon. Know you didn�t mean it luv.�

The tension between the two groups dropped and then suddenly Dana ran across the lobby launching herself into Xander�s arms with a cry of, �Boytoy!�.

He gathered the trembling girl gently into his arms then looked across the room at Faith, �You just had to teach her that, didn�t you?�

�Come on X, she�s learning from my memories, not my fault what she picks up on.�

�God help us. Two Faiths, I never did anything bad enough to deserve this. Angel, guys good to see you. We�re just waiting for a couple of other people and we�ll get started. Grab a seat and I�ll find someone to round up some drinks, we could be here awhile.�

�No need, I got it,� a tall brunette woman the A.I. crew didn�t recognise set down a tray with coffee, soft drinks and beer.

�Thanks Sam.�

�Gray�ll be here in a sec, how�s Dana doing?�

Xander sat down on a couch with Dana cradled securely in his lap, her face buried in his chest. �She seems better, keeping her focused on just one set of memories is stopping her from being overwhelmed, though she�s regressed a bit but Gray thinks that will wear off as she starts to cope better.�

�She looks comfy enough.�

A new voice joined the conversation, �Of course she does, Xander snuggles fix everything.�

�Bit?� the vampire�s quiet question silenced everyone.

�Spike. Oh God Spike. I knew you were alive, back. Oh goddess you�re here, you�re really here.� With that Dawn ran across the lobby and hugged Spike tightly.

�So good to see you Bit, but wot you doing here?�

Angel was surprised at the genuine love and affection he could feel coming from the human and vampire currently embracing in front of him, but realised at that moment just how little he knew about the last years in Sunnydale and how they had changed all these people he thought he knew. His Childe was not the man he remembered and Angel felt slightly guilty for the way he�d been treating Spike since he�d arrived at Wolfram and Hart. He always expected people to understand that he wasn�t Angelus and yet he�d refused to accept that Spike had changed, that Spike�s soul made him different. If Spike had grown, changed then so might the others, a thought that was immediately re-enforced when a tall, sandy blond and well muscled man sauntered across the room, sank onto the couch on Xander�s left and proceeded to draw the former Scoobie into a smouldering kiss before leaning back and grabbing a drink.

Xander took a deep breath and looked around, �This is going to take awhile so grab a drink and try to relax. We�ve all got a story to tell and Dawn�s being here is part of it. Ok, quick introduction time for those of you who haven�t met yet.� Xander pointed at the couch and chairs where the A.I. crew had settled close together, pointing at each in turn, �Angel, Gunn, Spike Wes, Fred. Then on our side I�m Xander, you all met this lovely lady in my arms, Dana; Faith and Kennedy.� Kennedy sat on the floor leaning back against Xander�s legs and Faith curled up against Xander�s right side, gently stroking Dana�s back. Turning to his left Xander continued, �This is Graham Miller and next to him Sam Finn. Which just leaves the resident wiccan wonder Amy,� who sat on the floor next to Kennedy, �And lastly our Dawnie.�

�Don�t call me that. You know I am all grown up now.�

�Always be my baby sister Dawn Patrol. Where you gonna sit?�

�Right here.� She burrowed her way onto the couch between Xander and Graham, earning a �Hey!� from both men. �Oh please, we need you two concentrating not off in la-la land, so no touching �til we�re done.�

�Hey, I have some self-control you know.�

�Since when?�

�Gray help me out here.�

�Forget it X, he�s as bad as you are. You all ready?� Faith glanced round, �Well someone�s gotta start, might as well be me.� All eyes went to her as she began to tell her story.

�After the First and Sunnydale it was kinda chaos for awhile but when we settled down Giles started to re-build the Council. We had so many Slayers to find and it was like a whole new world � no more Chosen One. We had plenty of people to fight the good fight. G offered me the same deal Buffy got, time off semi-retirement; guess he figured she�d done her time. But I still needed this; needed to fight, pay back more for the past. So when things shook out I went to Cleveland with Robin and a couple of baby Slayers. The other girls from Sunnydale were all given cities of their own to watch and newbies to train but Cleveland had the active Hellmouth and it suited us.�

Finding a house, making it a home. The first real one she�d ever had. Being in charge, the one the girls looked up to. Not being second choice any more, out of Buffy�s shadow. It�d felt so right. Having a man who loved her, all of her and was going to stick around. She�d found her place and was at peace and enjoying life.

�The idea was that Robin and I would be permanent guardians and the Council would switch the other girls in and out. Kinda like an internship once they�d finished their training in England, give them a chance to for some practical experience with the longest surviving active Slayer before they took up their own posts. For the first year or so it worked, then something changed, the girls they sent just weren�t trained properly, they were a fucking liability in the field �cept for a couple that came direct from Xan in Africa. Then after the worst ones left they didn�t send any replacements and I was stuck trying to control the Hellmouth on my own. We called and called but could never get G on the phone and they kept brushing us off with excuses, saying they had a crisis and couldn�t spare anybody or that we were wrong about needing help. It might have gone on longer but a couple of months ago I figured out I was pregnant.�

Sitting in the bathroom, eyes locked on a bright blue line on a test kit. Scared, excited and worried. Wondering how she could be a mother, praying she could do this right, that Robin would want this too. Finally creeping downstairs, Robin�s face anxious, knowing something was up with her. A stuttered explanation, joy blooming on her husband�s face, strong arms wrapping round her, a feeling of complete and utter love surrounding her. Talk long into the night, making plans; dreaming of a family, a future.

�Robin flipped then, didn�t want me patrolling or risking the baby at all, there shouldn�t have been a need to anyway, after Red�s spell there were plenty of Slayers to take my place. We still couldn�t get hold of anyone we knew in England and the people we did speak to wouldn�t help. I finally got hold of Vi and Rhona and they came up to help out. When they arrived they told us they�d had the same problems as us, they�d been given Detroit to watch over, but the Council had stopped sending them help months ago and weren�t talking to them either. Robin decided enough was enough and he caught a flight to England six weeks ago. He called me a couple of days later, told me no one seemed to know where to find G, but that he had an appointment with Andrew the next day.� She broke off pain on her face, silent tears forming in her eyes, �We never spoke again. According to the Council he lied about everything. They said they�d never received any calls from him, accused us of breaking off contact with them. Told me that he�d never arranged to speak to Andrew, that nobody from the Council had seen or heard from him in over a year. The official word is that he ran off.� Eyes and voice fierce now, �He didn�t, he wouldn�t. He loved us, wanted us. He could never have done that.�

Dana stirred and twisted in Xander�s lap reaching one hand up to gently cup the older Slayer�s face, �Don�t be sad. Faith loved. Dana saw, remembers, Robin loves.�

�I know lil sis. I�m ok, or will be once we settle this.�

�Didn�t like the bloke but he wouldn�t run out on you, not his style. �Specially with his history, what I did to his mum. Would�ve made him fight harder, look after you and the sprog.�

�Thanks Bleach. He changed you know, what you did for all of us really made him think. He never thought you could do something like that, kept expecting you to turn on us, when you didn�t it changed how he saw the world. Finally made him understand it wasn�t always black and white. Don�t think you�d ever have been friends but he respected that you�d changed, would�ve been glad to hear you were back. After I gave up on getting any answers from the Council I started getting calls. Slayers from Sunnydale that were being treated like us, the remnants of the initiative, Red�s coven and a bunch of others; all of us getting snow jobs from England, all of us missing people; so we started gathering together, figured safety in numbers and maybe we could pool info and figure out what was going on.�

�What about Buffy? What did she say when you contacted her?�

Xander cut him off before he could ask more, �Angel we know you got questions. We�ll answer them but you have to hear us out first ok? You�ll know everything when we�re done.�

�I guess I�m next,� Sam Finn spoke up. �After the last time we were in Sunnydale the government sent us overseas. I think the new administration just wanted to get rid of us. They wanted nothing to do with the preternatural world and I think they were hoping if they sent us somewhere dangerous enough we�d stop being a problem. We wound up in Africa and basically were cut loose, we still got supplies and stuff from home but so long as we stayed under the radar the bosses didn�t care what we did. Trouble is we were only trained for one thing, fighting demons and none of us wanted to turn our backs on that so we just kept going. We�d get reports of strange creatures or unexplained deaths and track down the demons responsible. We usually got there too late to save everyone but at least it still felt like we were helping, maybe preventing future deaths."

It hadn�t been enough. The lines had started to blur, they�d begun to wonder if they were still the good guys, the heroes. The soldiers had gotten more brittle, harder with each fight. They didn�t have a goal any more, and without it they�d begun to fall apart. Always moving, looking for the next fight, the next death. Never knowing peace. It could have been the end of them all. She�d only stayed for Riley but it had torn her up, watching him fade away, lose more of himself each day.

�Two years ago we ran into Xan and he told us what had happened in Sunnydale. He�d come to Africa to look for Slayers and was finding them everywhere. Trouble was they didn�t all want to go to England for training, it was too different for them, they wanted to stay and you could see their point; it wasn�t as though Africa didn�t have demons that needed killing and innocents that needed protecting. We started to help him out, first just tracking down the girls, then we realised we could do more. We requisitioned a bunch of equipment and supplies and got our boss to talk to the Council. Somebody must have liked our ideas �cos we got permission to set up a permanent base, like a training school for the Slayers, we could teach them to use their gifts and train them on all the technology and weapons we�d developed. We still helped out with keeping the demon population under control but it wasn�t our primary focus any more. For the first time in a long while it felt like we were doing good again, like we had a purpose.

Then one day we got a tip, from a usually reliable source, he told us that a pack of Nibthoz demons had been raiding villages and carrying off the children; keeping them and training them as slaves. He gave us a time and a location for the auction when the kids were going to be sold on. We planned the raid so carefully; it wasn�t as though we hadn�t done jobs like this before. It should have been so easy. Fifty trained soldiers and a dozen Slayers, with tech support and shamans watching our backs. There were only supposed to be two-dozen Nibthoz and fifteen Fyarls acting as guards. They had a couple of shamans of their own but none in our league. It should have been a walk in the park. Nothing that we couldn�t handle, it all went wrong so quickly.�

Creeping up to the perimeter, easily bypassing the wards, approaching the slave pens; trying to calm the frightened children as the main part of the squad took on the demons. One pen left, with hindsight the inhabitants were different, all girls, cleaner, healthier looking than the other slaves. Opening the gate, girls fighting them, not understanding at first. Thinking they were brainwashed, still seeing victims, trying to talk to them, calm them. Blood spurting from the neck of the man next to her; bodies, comrades falling and dying. Realising too late the girls weren�t frightened, weren�t victims. Magic in the air, weapons failing; soldiers screaming, running to the gates. Suddenly fighting a girl half her size, twice her strength. Understanding far too late, the girls from the last pen were Slayers. Slayers fighting them, killing them, Slayers defending demons.

"Only a handful of us made it out, it was a blood bath. We didn�t know what to do, who we could trust, our bosses had cut us off, according to them we didn�t exist and we were too spooked to contact the Council. Finally we managed to track down Graham and Xan, they already knew some of it. They told us things were falling apart all over and said we should get to Cleveland and they�d try to meet us if they could.

When we got there, Riley�..kinda lost it. He felt so responsible, he was in charge and he blamed himself for all the deaths. He kept going over and over it in his head trying to figure out what he could have done. None of us could get him to stop. Faith managed to convince him that the Council was compromised; then he got it into his head to contact Buffy. He couldn�t believe she�d any idea what was going on, he thought she�d be able to fix things. When she didn�t return his calls, he caught a flight to Rome. That was two weeks ago."

Brooding in her room in the Cleveland house, worry and anger fighting for dominance in her mind. Wanting him home, safe. A little jealous that he ran to Buffy but more frightened that his loyalty was misplaced. Finally getting a call, relief at hearing his voice, �Hi Sam. I�m ok. I managed to get here safe and sound. Got an address to check out tomorrow. Going to get some room service and then settle down to a night of missing you,� Knock on his door clearly heard down the phone line, �That�ll be my dinner, gonna get all fat from this Italian food. Will you still love me if I�m cuddly? Back in a sec � Sound of the phone being put down, his footsteps across a wooden floor, door opening. Then his voice again, from further away but still clear, �Buffy. Wow how�d you know I was here? I was going to come see you. You won�t believe what�s been happen��..� thud of something heavy hitting the ground. More footsteps, lighter this time, phone put back in its cradle. Dead air, no answer when she calls again, hotel manager who swears there�s never been anyone in that room. Panic and despair setting in, crying huddled on the floor of her room. Faith slipping in, holding her, offering words of comfort neither woman really believes.

�We haven�t heard from him since. According to all official records he never went to Italy, never even left America. Even our phone records have been altered, but we put him on the plane and I talked to him, I know what I heard. We�ve a couple of people in Rome but nobody is willing to talk with them and they can�t find any trace of him. It�s like he just vanished.� Pushing herself up from the floor, �Sorry I can�t do this. I�ve already heard the rest, Xan can answer your questions, I just have to get out of here for awhile.�

�She�ll be ok. It�s just that she doesn�t know, not for sure.� Kennedy sounded so tired as she spoke, � I guess it�s my turn now.�

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