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TITLE: Glass
Shatters.
AUTHOR: Kelly Rowe
EMAIL:
angels_bath_towel@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13 -
NC-17.
ISCLISCLAIMER: Buffy,
Angel and all other characters (except those I make up) are the absolute
property of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, UPN and Warner Bros (If I owned
them, do yoink ink that they would be acting this ridiculous right now).
SUMMARY: After her
parents are killed, Buffy finds herself with a new life in a new place. However
a reoccurring nightmare sends her back to Sunnydale, only to find things have
definitely changed.
SPOILERS: BTVS up
to season 2 definitely - some minor spoilers thereafter. First 2-3 seasons of
Profiler.
TIMELINE:
Approximately season 3 (BTVS) and onwards.
OTHER: X-over with
Profiler.
DISTRIBUTION: You
want you can have it; just tell me where you put it. Any lists just take it.
PAIRING:
Buffy/Angelus
CATEGORY: AU
Mystery, Drama and Romance.
WARNING: Foul
language, adult themes.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I've screwed around with the timelines of the shows somewhat, just to make my
idea fit.
Part 1
New life, New-old dreams
Buffy awoke with a start,
sweating and her mouth dry from screaming. The horrendous nightmare she'd had
was so petrifying that it had rocked her to the foundation. She shook her head
trying to sort out the jumble of images that were still rushing through her
head, to sort out fantasy from actuality. Unexpectedly the door was flung open
and in rushed her aunt followed closely by her younger cousin and her aunt's
best friend.
"Buffy?" Samantha Waters asked
looking directly at her niece's quivering form. "Are you okay, honey?"
Buffy nodded, "I'm good... it was
just another nightmare. No biggie."
"It sounded like you were dying,"
Chloe said looking at her older and sometimes very weird and wonderful cousin.
Angel, her aunt's best and oldest
friend, sat next to her on the bed. "Was it the accident again?"
"Not really..." Buffy answered
softly. "I'm not sure what it was. I just know it wasn't the same as usual."
Sam leaned over and kissed Buffy
on the forehead, "Just try to get sle sleep kiddo. Tomorrow's a significant
day."
"Yeah," Angel chimed in, in an
noticeable attempt to cheer Buffy up. "Senior year begins. It's gonna be the
greatest time of your life."
As she heard that a flood of
memories from her one night with *her* Angel swamped back reminding her of the
real best time of her life. Clearing her mind she looked at them, "Sure it
will."
"Night," Sam whispered as she and
Angel left.
Chloe hung back until her mom had
left, "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Buffy patted the bed next to her,
"Sure kid, pull up some mattress."
Chloe climbed up the bed and
settled in next to Buffy. "Don't worry Buff. I'll protect you from the
nightmares."
Looking down at her nine-year old
cousin, Buffy said, "I know you will Chlo." And then she lay back and closed her
eyes trying to doze without the unspeakable images coming to her.
Meanwhile in Sunnydale, a
solitary red-headed teenager hurried through the streets towards her residence,
hoping to reach it before *he* came after her. Willow knew that she shouldn't
have stayed so long at Giles' place, but the get-together had ran overtime as
they tried to figure out a way to deal with Angelus and his minions. They now
had Spike on their side, because of his chip, but he was a poor stand-in for
Faith, the slayer who had switched sides and been murdered by Angelus for her
trouble. The common perception was that things would be better if Buffy was
still here, but she wasn't and no one - not even Willow herself - had heard from
the blond since her parent's funeral.
She was almost at her front door
when he stepped out of the darkness in front of her. He looked her up and down
and shook his head in mock displeasure.
"Willow, Willow, Willow," he said
still shaking his head. "Looking at you now, I all of a sudden realise just why
the wolf likes you... and I'll give you a clue, it isn't your looks."
Willow looked at him with a
concoction of distress and hurt evident in her eyes. "I don't know what you're
talking about," she whispered wishing she was protected inside and not standing
out in the open with him.
Angelus just laughed, "Poor
little Willow. How could you not know what it is that is *so* blah about you?
Don't you have a mirror, or are you just too *vain* to see the truth of how ugly
you are? That no one would want you if it wasn't forr mar magick."
"G-get away from me," Willow said
trying to be brave.
Angelus moved behind the
petrified girl, "Calm down Willow. I'm not going to kill you... tonight. It's
just sch mch more fun to play with my food first."
"W-what do y-you want then?"
He spun her around to face him,
"Just wondering if you'd heard from my little woman?"
"Huh?"
Angelus grabbed onto her arm, "My
wife. Have *you* heard from Buffy?"
Willow looked at him, her eyes
widening in shock. Angelus was married to Buffy... it had to be some sick joke.
Unfortunately the look in his cruel, evil eyes told her it was not.
"N-no."
Angelus knocked Willow to the
ground, "Oh well. Maybe you'll have a different answer for me tomorrow."
Willow watched him saunter off
and wondered what he was up too. She didn't wonder for long, she quickly got up
and went inside to safety and to call Giles with the new bit of information
Angelus had inadvertently given her. She only hoped that Giles could take it and
not have some sort of attack.
"Buffy... Chloe..." Sam's voice
drifted down the hallway. "Time to get up and ready for school."
Buffy rolled over and stretched,
before climbing out of the double bed she had ended up sharing. She definitely
wasn't a morning person and couldn't undend wnd why her aunt was always so
cheerful. She grabbed the clothes she laid out the previous evening and heading
towards the bathroom, she grabbed her cousin's foot.
"Come on Chlo. Time to get up,"
she said.
"Go away," Chloe mumbled into the
pillow.
Buffy laughed and went to get
ready.
"Sam... she needs help," Angel
said sitting down at the breakfast table with her cup of coffee.
Sam looked up from her laptop and
the latest news on Jack's suspected movements. "Who?"
Angel sighed, "Buffy."
"She's fine. She just needs to
adjust," Sam said getting up to refill her mug.
"Sam, she's been here for over
three months. The nightmares keep on coming and there's no relief in sight,"
Angel told her. "You go to a psychiatrist, why shouldn't she?"
"Because she needs to keep things
normal," Sam said. "A psychiatrist isn't normal at her age."
"It is when someone has suffered
that kind of trauma," Angel argued. "Besides it can't hurt. She could go once
and if she doesn't want to or need to go again she wouldn't have too."
"I don't know..." Sam replied
wavering.
Buffy had been listening and
actually agreed with her aunt's best friend. She walked into the kitchen,
shocking both women.
"Angel's right Aunt Sam," Buffy
replied. "Make me an appointment."
Part 2
Revelations
"Are you wacky?" Francis (AKA
Frannie) Malone virtually yelled at Buffy - her newest and closest friend - as they walked
across the crowded school yard towards the main building.
"Yeah Frannie, I'm wacky. Totally
bonkers," Buffy answered sarcastically while rolling her eyes.
Francis looked at her like she'd
grown a second head, "Do you realise what's gonna happen now, don't ya?"
"I'm gonna see a shrink and sort
out those damn weird-ass nightmares, so I can get on with the rest of my life,"
Buffy replied convincingly.
She didn't want to discuss this
with Frannie - or anyone else at all -, but Sam had taken that choice away from
her when she had discussed it with Frannie's father Bailey Malone, Sam's boss
and closest friend, although Buffy and Frannie suspected there was much more to
it.
"Buff, shrinks equal putting you
away somewhere you can't hurt yourself or others," Frannie replied seriously.
Buffy told her, "I trust Aunt
Sam not do that to me."
"Let's hope your right. It'll be
no fun around here without ya."
They heard the bell go off and
Buffy slowly entered the building along with the rest of the masses and headed
off to her classes, while Frannie headed off campus to do whatever she wanted.
Whendernder and Cordy arrived at
the library at lunchtime they saw Giles, Willow and Oz already there, obviously
waiting for them.
"What's up?" Xander asked lightly
while a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
Giles cleared his throat before
commencing, "Willow had a run in with Ang..."
Xander cut him off, "That sonofa..."
"Xander, please listen for once
in your life," Giles said frustrated.
"Fine," Xander grumbled, upset
that his tirade for the day had been blocked. "Why do I have to behave?"
Giles wished there was another
way, but he knew Xander had a right to know. "We've... well Willow, has
discovered why Angelus is after Buffy."
"Because she went all slutty and
slept with him," Cordy replied bitchily. "Then she skipped town and left us the
mess. I mean like really, everytime I get stuck dealing with the cute but sucky
vampire I break a nail."
"Hey, her parents died Cordy.
It's not like she had a choice about leaving," Willow said in defense of her
best friend.
Cordy felt guilty and pretended
to just examined her nails, "Whatever!"
"Children," Giles interrupted,
"Could we please keep our attention on subject matter?" He waited while the room
fell silent, "What we have discovered has more to do with what Angel did, more
than Angelus."
"What *else* did Deadboy do
before he became Evil Deadboy?" Xander asked sardonically.
Unsure of how to proceed he
looked at Willow, wordlessly beseeching her to fill in the blanks which he could
not bring himself to do.
"Some things are just private."
Angel merely sat there on the bed
and Buffy become conscious that Angel wasn't going to disappear until she had
gotten what she sought after and that was for Buffy to unburden her heart to her
about what was wrong instead of bottling it up within and letting it fester.
Buffy at long last glanced up
from her homework, "It's nothing. Frannie just found out something about me that
she didn't like and decided to pretend that I don't exist."
"No matter what she's found out
about you, it simply can't be any worse than the things that she has done. That
girl is a antisocielinelinquent," Angel answered supporting Buffy. Angel stood
up when she recognized that Buffy wasn't going to talk about it to any further
extent and went to leave the room, pausing at the doorway. "Don't spend the rest
of the night brooding here in your room over Francis Malone. Go do something
fun... as long as it doesn't involve you leaving the apartment."
Buffy stared at her aunt's best
friend since childhood, "I'll think about it."
"Okay, if you want you can join
Chloe and I. We're gonna have an Olsen twins movie fest... you don't wanna miss
that."
Giggling and rolling her eyes,
Buffy replied sarcastically, "I definitely can miss an entire evening of that."
"Does that mean you'll be joining
us?"
"It means... yeah, I'll be
joining you," Buffy told her.
"We'll be waiting," Angel told
her as she left the room.
Buffy put down her math book and
rummaged though her disorderly writing desk until she came across what she was
looking for, her address book. She opened it to the page where Willow's phone
number was written, it was a number that she once knew by heart and now since
had been so long she could barely remember how it started. For a small amount of
seconds she did nothing but stare at it and then as unexpectedly as she had
retrieved it, she put it away once more. Taking a deep breath she stood up and
went to join her cousin and Angel in the living room.

Sitting at the rear his mahogany
writing desk, Angelus tapped his fingers upon the surface in both irritation and
displeasure. It had been over a week since he had hired that moronic demon
detective to follow his wife around and still he had come up with nothing of
value. Sure he now knew his not so darling spouse's daily schedule - school,
home, etc -, the fact that she was not dating anyone and the names of the family
members that she was now living with. However there was nothing in that
information that he could use to his advantage.
There was a soft knock upon his
door, right before it swung open. "Master?"
"Yes?"
"Your detective is on the phone,"
the fledgling whispered mellifluously so as not to antagonize Angelus with an
impertinent manner.
"Put him through," Angelus
ordered. As the fledgling went to depart, Angelus spoke to him once more, "And
next time... you will wait for me to grant you entry or you will encounter the
pointy end of my stake. Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes Master."
A few moments later the cordless
touchtone phone lying on the writing desk next to him rang and he picked up the
extension. "You had better have some good news to report, or I will take you
apart piece by piece while you are still breathing - if you are lucky."
"Calm down, Angelus. I wouldn't
have dared to call you if I hadn't found you something useful," the aged
roughened demonic voice. "It seems your slayer's aunt has a secret."
"What sort of secret?" Angelus
asked, his curiosity peaked.
The demon on the other end
laughed, "The kind you'll like."

Late into the hours of darkness,
long after most normal individuals are dead to the world in their comfy beds,
Samantha Waters entered the residence that she shared with her daughter, best
friend and niece. All but one insignificant table lamp was turned off leaving
the prevalent percentage of the living room in shadow, not that Samantha in
reality noticed. As per usual her mind was filled with the latest case that had
been assigned to the Violent Crimes Task Force - or the VCTF as it is also known
- and the sporadic accidental thought of her stalker, Jack.
Dumping her array of case notes
and research onto the undersized timber coffee table, she flopped down onto the
overstuffed couch absolutely exhausted - both emotionally and physically.
However she knew that no matter overoverwrought she may be, she wouldn't be able
to reap more than a few hours sleep at best; it was nothing new it had been that
way since Jack had murdered her husband. Leaning back she closed her eyes and
tried to absorb the stillness, the peacefulness of the quiet apartment into her
distressed mind. The peace didn't last long, it was shattered by the shrill ring
of the phone. Heaving a sigh, Samantha picked it up expecting it to be Bailey
informing her of another victim or problem with the case.
"What now, Bailey?"
"Hi... Mrs. Waters," Francis
Malone's voice came down the line. "Can I please talk to Buffy?"
"Frannie, it's nearly two in the
morning, Buffy's been in bed for hours. Can't you talk to her at school?"
"Sure. Sorry for bothering you,"
Frannie apologized. "I guess I didn't realize it was so late."
"It's okay."
"Bye."
Samantha hung up the receiver
with a groan and once again closed her eyes and tried to loosen up. The muted
thuds of feet tip-toeing down the short hallway disturbed her a short time
later, she glanced up and saw Buffy heading into the kitchen area. Accustomed
with her niece's habit, she knew that this late night sojourn meant only one
thing.
"Have another nightmare?"
Samantha asked her. It was really more of a statement than a question, after all
why else would her niece be wandering around the apartment at this late hour.
"What else," Buffy replied
tiredly, as she moved around the small kitchen area. "Do you want a hot
chocolate?"
"Sure," Samantha answered
standing up and stretching her wound up muscles. As she walkewardwards her
niece, "Want to talk about it?"
Buffy busied herself making the
essential hot chocolate, but she ultimately answered her aunt. "Not really...
but..."
"But what?"
Buffy stopped part way through
making the drink, "It's changing."
Samantha studied her niece
closely, "Changing how?"
Buffy leisurely finished off
making the hot chocolate and poured it into two large decorative china mugs. She
placed one in front of her aunt before she spoke again, "At first... it was just
mom and dad dying and I couldn't save them. No matter how hard or much as I
tried I... it was just too late."
"And now?"
Buffy took a seat at the small
dining table and took a sip of the hot liquid. Sighing softly she replied,
"Now... it's not just my parents I can't save. It's all my old friends back in
Sunnydale and I can't save them because I can't..."
"Can't what?"
"I can't figure out what's
killing them."
Samantha simply sat there sipping
the drink her niece had made her and thinking about what she had just been told.
Honestly even with all her training she wasn't sure what to say to Buffy. "What
does Dr. Morton say?"
Buffy almost choked on the
mouthful of drink she had. "That quack. The best that she can come up with is
that I need closure on my life out in California."
"Really?"
"Yeah and since I don't see you
letting me head out there all alone, that idea's wasted."
Samantha sighed, "You know that
if Jack wasn't..."
"Aunt Sam, it's okay. The truth
is I'm not sure I want to go back there... ever."
Samantha patted Buffy's hand,
"Tell you what. Next time I head out to California - case or not - we'll go to
Sunnydale and figure this all out."
"Okay," Buffy agreed reluctantly.
They then merely sat there, each
trapped within their own thoughts, as they finished their drinks and then headed
off to bed, to toss and turn because their own fretful dreams.

TBC...
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