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polgara_5Title: Undertow
By: Polgara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything for Buffy is fair game. Everything up to and including season seven of Stargate SG-1. There will be very specific spoilers for season seven. You have been warned.
Setting: Takes place right after Homecoming of Stargate and three years after Chosen.
Summary: When someone close to Buffy dies, she finds herself on Jack’s doorstep. Before long, events and emotions pull them into something greater than they ever imagined.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates.
A/N2: I’ve only altered canon slightly. Ignore the whole Jack/Sam thing, it doesn’t exist here. And I’ve created a previous relationship between Buffy and Jack. It will get explained eventually, just be patient.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Buffy should have known that it was too good to be true. She had managed to avoid Faith and John since she had arrived in Cleveland a week ago. The last thing she wanted to do was explain what had gone wrong and why she was back. It wasn’t like she could fully explain things to Faith anyway. The rest of the Scoobies had been gone on various assignments since before she had returned, but she didn’t want to see the disappointment in John’s face anymore than in Jack’s.
Early that morning she had headed out to the corner of the property that had been designated, by an unspoken rule, as the seclusion area. Any of the students or staff could go there when they needed personal time. After being constantly surrounded by people whether in class, the cafeteria, patrolling, or even in their dorms, some found the need to have some alone time. When they needed it, they would retreat to the wooded area and everyone would leave them alone.
However, Faith and John seemed to believe that her time was up. It was obvious that John hadn’t lost his covert ops skills since she didn’t hear them approach until it was too late and they had her cornered.
“I’m really not in the mood,” she said, turning away from them and leaning against a tree.
“Too bad, B. You came back a week ago with no explanation, saying it was for good and you expect us not to wonder about what happened?”
“It’s not like I could talk about it, you don’t have the clearance to know.”
John cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, about that. She knows about the SGC.”
Buffy whirled around to look at him. “Boy this mini-you has loose lips. She’s the second person you’ve told. Did you tell everyone?”
He shook his head. “Just Faith. It was only in case something went wrong and you needed her out there.” At her stricken look he frowned. “They didn’t shut down the program did they?”
“No, still functioning normally as far as I’m aware of,” she replied, turning back around and resuming her position next to the tree. “Although there might be some changes in the command structure if Woolsey has anything to do with it.”
“Woolsey?”
“Some guy from the NID. When I left he was conducting an inquiry on the command decisions of my last mission.”
John cursed and took a few steps in the opposite direction muttering under his breath about the meddling tactics of the NID.
“What was wrong with the decisions?” Faith asked.
“People got hurt, killed because of my screw-up.”
“They placed you in charge of a team?” Faith prompted.
“No, and it’s a good thing they didn’t,” she said, still refusing to turn around and look at them. “But I’m the one who screwed up and they had to come rescue us and are now covering for me.”
“For cryin’ out loud, how could you screw up so badly that they’d have to cover it?” John asked in exasperation throwing his arms up in the air.
Buffy shook her head and pressed her lips tight together.
“You didn’t go evil, did ya?” Faith asked.
“No, I didn’t go evil,” Buffy said with a roll of her eyes. “I just let my guard down and we got attacked. Simon was injured so badly they had to send a rescue team back.”
“Buffy, that’s not a screw up,” John said.
She quickly spun around to look at him. “Isn’t it? I’m able to sense the Jaffa, John. I should have known he was there in the bushes before he shot Simon. I should have taken care of it, just like how I had saved Jeff. I was kicked out of my own home for less by my own family; so don’t tell me I’m wrong about this. I screwed up and now Janet is dead because of me!”
John’s face lost all color. “Janet’s dead?”
“Damn it,” Buffy said, walking away. “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”
“You’ve been here for a whole week and you didn’t tell me that she was dead?” John practically screamed at her. “Jesus, Buffy. Didn’t you think I had a right to know?”
“Yeah, well I had other things on my mind like Jack nearly -,” she broke off, her pain easy to read on her features before she turned away from them.
John’s shoulders sagged. “He was injured, too?”
“Along with a couple of others,” she said, dropping her gaze to the ground, tears falling down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her.
While John knew that they were together, they had never spoken about it. The topic was too awkward for them. He had been cloned directly from Jack – feelings for Buffy included. It was obvious that Buffy had chosen the original and not the copy, but at least she hadn’t deserted him. It certainly didn’t stop his heart from breaking for her. He knew how hard it was to see someone you cared about lying in a hospital bed and then blaming yourself for it.
After the worst of her crying had passed, she giggled faintly. “Did you grow a couple of inches?”
“A few. I hit a growth spurt.”
“It shows,” she said weakly, stepping out of his embrace.
“B, if Jack is injured, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t stay there any longer, Faith. I screwed up. I can’t stay there and watch him walk through the gate and not know if he’ll make it back or not. I can’t do it again,” Buffy said, her voice cracking.
“And your grand plan was to come back here to Cleveland to his mini-me? No offense Johnny.”
“None taken,” John said, used to Faith’s bluntness now.
“I’m not staying here, either,” Buffy corrected her. “I’m here for a few weeks to cope and then I’m gone.”
“To where?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. A demon hotspot somewhere. I’m a slayer. I should be doing my job, not going off world. I’m needed here.”
“No, you’re not,” Faith said with a shake of her head. “You deserve more than this. You deserve to be happy. Hell, you fucking deserve Jack if he feels for you even half of what Johnny here does. Take a chance. Be something more than the slayer.”
“No,” Buffy said stubbornly. “I can’t deal with losing someone else I love, again.”
XXXXXXXX
As he had done every evening for the past week since Jack had been released from the infirmary, Daniel entered his friend’s home. Not surprisingly, the still bruised man was sitting on his sofa staring into the empty fireplace.
Daniel went into the kitchen and grabbed two beers out of the fridge before sitting next to Jack. “Still no word?” He asked, handing him one of the bottles.
“Nope.”
“Wonder where she went,” Daniel mused. He grasped the cap of his beer and with a quick twist it came off in his hand.
“Cleveland,” Jack said quietly, fiddling with his unopened beer.
The bottle paused on its way to Daniel’s lips and he turned to look at Jack. “You sure?”
“Only place she would have gone,” Jack said with a shrug.
“Have you tried calling her?”
“No use,” Jack said, finally twisting the cap off and taking a long pull from the bottle. “She made her choice.”
“So you told her, then,” Daniel surmised. He knew that Jack had been planning on telling her that he loved her.
“I didn’t get a chance to. I was planning a romantic evening to tell her.”
“Then what was she choosing?” Daniel asked in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Obviously to not be here,” Jack said sharply. “She left without a word. Not to me, not to Dave, hell, she didn’t even tell Hammond.”
“The General did tell her to stay off base for a few days. Maybe she decided to spend the time in Cleveland.”
“She’s been gone for a week and a half, Daniel. She would have at least called by now.”
Daniel couldn’t refute the argument so he turned back to his beer. This had been the most Jack had said since they had learned of Buffy’s disappearance after Dave had dropped her off at the house. All that was left was a note from her saying she was sorry and that she couldn't stay.
She wasn’t answering her cell phone and had turned it completely off so they couldn’t track it. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing, it was quite obvious that she didn’t want to be found.
He wished there was something more he could do, but short of actually finding her and bringing her back, he had to settle for just being there for Jack.
“What about John?” Daniel suggested.
“John who?”
“Your clone. Didn’t Buffy get him a job in Cleveland with the Watcher’s Council?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Have you tried calling him? Maybe he’s got some answers.” Daniel was hoping that Jack would at least try to take an active approach to the problem.
“And what if she told him not to say anything? Just because he’s cloned from me doesn’t mean he’ll fess up. He’s as loyal to her as I am.”
“Okay, point taken. Do you want me to call?”
Jack gave him an irritated look. “This isn’t junior high, Daniel. I don’t need you to be my go-between. Obviously she’s upset with me about something and she’s not interested in giving me a chance to make up for it. Just means it’s over,” he concluded softly before taking another long drink.
XXXXXXXX
Dave entered Simon’s room in the infirmary to find Jeff already there. “Congratulations, Wells. I hear you get out of here tomorrow.”
The young airman smiled up at him, the color having long since returned to his cheeks. “Only to be transferred to the local hospital, but at least Marci will be able to visit me.”
“Small favors,” Dave agreed. “When is she due to pop that son of yours out?”
“Any day now, sir. I can’t wait.”
Dave gave him a knowing smile and nodded.
Simon’s eyes grew haunted as he asked, “Any word on Buffy?” He had been disappointed by her absence when he had woken after surgery, but had understood why Hammond sent her home. It was her subsequent absence that hurt. He had thought they were friends and didn’t understand why she had left town without speaking to them.
“No.”
“Has General Hammond written her up?” Jeff asked quietly from his chair.
“Not yet. Since we’re on stand down because of the last mission she technically not AWOL.”
“She’s not military,” Jeff pointed out.
“True, but she’s working for a top secret military project.”
“Are we sure she wasn’t abducted?”
“She packed her bags, Balinsky. It was intentional and on her accord, at least, Jack said so. But if she thinks it will be easy when she comes back she’s got another thing comin’. She broke our trust,” Dave said with a sigh as he wearily rubbed his eyes. The past few weeks had been rough for everyone.
“Do you think she’s coming back?” Simon asked.
“Damn well better. I don’t want to find two replacements for the team.”
“Two?” Jeff asked in surprise. “Why two?”
“Wells will never be allowed back in the field after an injury that severe. Even if they did allow it, it’s gonna take him at least a year to regain full control of his muscles again. I’d have to find a replacement no matter what.”
Jeff slumped in his chair, astounded by the news. It had never occurred to him that Simon was going to have to permanently leave the team.
XXXXXXXX
Buffy let out a grunt as the demon’s fist hit her squarely on the chin. Stars exploded behind her eyes for a moment from the pain. She blinked and was barely able to block the follow-up punch.
This was her fifth fight of the night. The first four with vamps, and none of them were clueless fledglings. Her energy reserves were starting to tap out, but she couldn’t just let this thing walk away so it could harm others. It was her duty as the slayer to remove the threat to the world’s populace and she was going to do it. On her own.
Which was how she had been doing everything for the past three weeks since she had talked to Faith and John. She had been serious when she said she was returning to her slayer duties. The tiny blonde refused to allow anyone to patrol with her. Her waking hours had been spent training and researching. She firmly believed that the Powers had sent her a sign letting her know where she was supposed to be and she wasn’t going to let anyone else get hurt because of her.
Her limbs ached as she forced them to block the demon’s punches and kicks. She needed to find a way through its defenses soon if she wanted to make it out of this one alive.
But perhaps this was it. Maybe it was this nasty’s one good day.
As the thought crossed her mind, Buffy pulled an extra boost of energy from somewhere. She wasn’t ready to die and like hell was she going to let some random demon take her out. She sent it a roundhouse kick that sent it stumbling back several feet.
It snarled at her, baring sharp teeth, and charged forward. Only instead of the expected punch, it rammed right into her midsection. The momentum carried them into a large tombstone that broke beneath them.
The air flew out of Buffy’s lungs with a painful whoosh. As she fought to regain the ability to breathe, the right side of her chest protested loudly. Experience told her that she had just cracked or broken a couple of ribs.
“That wasn’t playing nice,” she said, her lungs fighting for every breath. “Using your body as a battering ram isn’t allowed. Don’t you know that?” She asked, shoving it off of her and getting shakily to her feet. “This isn’t that fake wrestling they show on TV,” she informed it, slamming her fist into its face and knocking it to the ground.
Its red eyes glittered up at her before it swiped at her, the fingers spread wide. She jerked back out of the way, but it wasn’t enough. A painful fire erupted across her stomach as the demon’s claws cut through her skin. Luckily she had moved enough that it hadn’t cut through her abdominal wall and her insides were still, thankfully, inside.
She staggered back as the demon stood. Her body began to freeze up from the pain and the demon smiled triumphantly. Its good day had arrived on what was going to be her last.
Its fist slammed home onto her face like a freight train. Just as her world turned black, her last thought was of Jack.
By: Polgara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Everything for Buffy is fair game. Everything up to and including season seven of Stargate SG-1. There will be very specific spoilers for season seven. You have been warned.
Setting: Takes place right after Homecoming of Stargate and three years after Chosen.
Summary: When someone close to Buffy dies, she finds herself on Jack’s doorstep. Before long, events and emotions pull them into something greater than they ever imagined.
A/N: My author notes are here for a reason, please read. If you still ask questions that are answered here, I will not answer them again. Do not beg for updates.
A/N2: I’ve only altered canon slightly. Ignore the whole Jack/Sam thing, it doesn’t exist here. And I’ve created a previous relationship between Buffy and Jack. It will get explained eventually, just be patient.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Buffy should have known that it was too good to be true. She had managed to avoid Faith and John since she had arrived in Cleveland a week ago. The last thing she wanted to do was explain what had gone wrong and why she was back. It wasn’t like she could fully explain things to Faith anyway. The rest of the Scoobies had been gone on various assignments since before she had returned, but she didn’t want to see the disappointment in John’s face anymore than in Jack’s.
Early that morning she had headed out to the corner of the property that had been designated, by an unspoken rule, as the seclusion area. Any of the students or staff could go there when they needed personal time. After being constantly surrounded by people whether in class, the cafeteria, patrolling, or even in their dorms, some found the need to have some alone time. When they needed it, they would retreat to the wooded area and everyone would leave them alone.
However, Faith and John seemed to believe that her time was up. It was obvious that John hadn’t lost his covert ops skills since she didn’t hear them approach until it was too late and they had her cornered.
“I’m really not in the mood,” she said, turning away from them and leaning against a tree.
“Too bad, B. You came back a week ago with no explanation, saying it was for good and you expect us not to wonder about what happened?”
“It’s not like I could talk about it, you don’t have the clearance to know.”
John cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, about that. She knows about the SGC.”
Buffy whirled around to look at him. “Boy this mini-you has loose lips. She’s the second person you’ve told. Did you tell everyone?”
He shook his head. “Just Faith. It was only in case something went wrong and you needed her out there.” At her stricken look he frowned. “They didn’t shut down the program did they?”
“No, still functioning normally as far as I’m aware of,” she replied, turning back around and resuming her position next to the tree. “Although there might be some changes in the command structure if Woolsey has anything to do with it.”
“Woolsey?”
“Some guy from the NID. When I left he was conducting an inquiry on the command decisions of my last mission.”
John cursed and took a few steps in the opposite direction muttering under his breath about the meddling tactics of the NID.
“What was wrong with the decisions?” Faith asked.
“People got hurt, killed because of my screw-up.”
“They placed you in charge of a team?” Faith prompted.
“No, and it’s a good thing they didn’t,” she said, still refusing to turn around and look at them. “But I’m the one who screwed up and they had to come rescue us and are now covering for me.”
“For cryin’ out loud, how could you screw up so badly that they’d have to cover it?” John asked in exasperation throwing his arms up in the air.
Buffy shook her head and pressed her lips tight together.
“You didn’t go evil, did ya?” Faith asked.
“No, I didn’t go evil,” Buffy said with a roll of her eyes. “I just let my guard down and we got attacked. Simon was injured so badly they had to send a rescue team back.”
“Buffy, that’s not a screw up,” John said.
She quickly spun around to look at him. “Isn’t it? I’m able to sense the Jaffa, John. I should have known he was there in the bushes before he shot Simon. I should have taken care of it, just like how I had saved Jeff. I was kicked out of my own home for less by my own family; so don’t tell me I’m wrong about this. I screwed up and now Janet is dead because of me!”
John’s face lost all color. “Janet’s dead?”
“Damn it,” Buffy said, walking away. “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”
“You’ve been here for a whole week and you didn’t tell me that she was dead?” John practically screamed at her. “Jesus, Buffy. Didn’t you think I had a right to know?”
“Yeah, well I had other things on my mind like Jack nearly -,” she broke off, her pain easy to read on her features before she turned away from them.
John’s shoulders sagged. “He was injured, too?”
“Along with a couple of others,” she said, dropping her gaze to the ground, tears falling down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her.
While John knew that they were together, they had never spoken about it. The topic was too awkward for them. He had been cloned directly from Jack – feelings for Buffy included. It was obvious that Buffy had chosen the original and not the copy, but at least she hadn’t deserted him. It certainly didn’t stop his heart from breaking for her. He knew how hard it was to see someone you cared about lying in a hospital bed and then blaming yourself for it.
After the worst of her crying had passed, she giggled faintly. “Did you grow a couple of inches?”
“A few. I hit a growth spurt.”
“It shows,” she said weakly, stepping out of his embrace.
“B, if Jack is injured, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t stay there any longer, Faith. I screwed up. I can’t stay there and watch him walk through the gate and not know if he’ll make it back or not. I can’t do it again,” Buffy said, her voice cracking.
“And your grand plan was to come back here to Cleveland to his mini-me? No offense Johnny.”
“None taken,” John said, used to Faith’s bluntness now.
“I’m not staying here, either,” Buffy corrected her. “I’m here for a few weeks to cope and then I’m gone.”
“To where?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. A demon hotspot somewhere. I’m a slayer. I should be doing my job, not going off world. I’m needed here.”
“No, you’re not,” Faith said with a shake of her head. “You deserve more than this. You deserve to be happy. Hell, you fucking deserve Jack if he feels for you even half of what Johnny here does. Take a chance. Be something more than the slayer.”
“No,” Buffy said stubbornly. “I can’t deal with losing someone else I love, again.”
XXXXXXXX
As he had done every evening for the past week since Jack had been released from the infirmary, Daniel entered his friend’s home. Not surprisingly, the still bruised man was sitting on his sofa staring into the empty fireplace.
Daniel went into the kitchen and grabbed two beers out of the fridge before sitting next to Jack. “Still no word?” He asked, handing him one of the bottles.
“Nope.”
“Wonder where she went,” Daniel mused. He grasped the cap of his beer and with a quick twist it came off in his hand.
“Cleveland,” Jack said quietly, fiddling with his unopened beer.
The bottle paused on its way to Daniel’s lips and he turned to look at Jack. “You sure?”
“Only place she would have gone,” Jack said with a shrug.
“Have you tried calling her?”
“No use,” Jack said, finally twisting the cap off and taking a long pull from the bottle. “She made her choice.”
“So you told her, then,” Daniel surmised. He knew that Jack had been planning on telling her that he loved her.
“I didn’t get a chance to. I was planning a romantic evening to tell her.”
“Then what was she choosing?” Daniel asked in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Obviously to not be here,” Jack said sharply. “She left without a word. Not to me, not to Dave, hell, she didn’t even tell Hammond.”
“The General did tell her to stay off base for a few days. Maybe she decided to spend the time in Cleveland.”
“She’s been gone for a week and a half, Daniel. She would have at least called by now.”
Daniel couldn’t refute the argument so he turned back to his beer. This had been the most Jack had said since they had learned of Buffy’s disappearance after Dave had dropped her off at the house. All that was left was a note from her saying she was sorry and that she couldn't stay.
She wasn’t answering her cell phone and had turned it completely off so they couldn’t track it. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing, it was quite obvious that she didn’t want to be found.
He wished there was something more he could do, but short of actually finding her and bringing her back, he had to settle for just being there for Jack.
“What about John?” Daniel suggested.
“John who?”
“Your clone. Didn’t Buffy get him a job in Cleveland with the Watcher’s Council?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Have you tried calling him? Maybe he’s got some answers.” Daniel was hoping that Jack would at least try to take an active approach to the problem.
“And what if she told him not to say anything? Just because he’s cloned from me doesn’t mean he’ll fess up. He’s as loyal to her as I am.”
“Okay, point taken. Do you want me to call?”
Jack gave him an irritated look. “This isn’t junior high, Daniel. I don’t need you to be my go-between. Obviously she’s upset with me about something and she’s not interested in giving me a chance to make up for it. Just means it’s over,” he concluded softly before taking another long drink.
XXXXXXXX
Dave entered Simon’s room in the infirmary to find Jeff already there. “Congratulations, Wells. I hear you get out of here tomorrow.”
The young airman smiled up at him, the color having long since returned to his cheeks. “Only to be transferred to the local hospital, but at least Marci will be able to visit me.”
“Small favors,” Dave agreed. “When is she due to pop that son of yours out?”
“Any day now, sir. I can’t wait.”
Dave gave him a knowing smile and nodded.
Simon’s eyes grew haunted as he asked, “Any word on Buffy?” He had been disappointed by her absence when he had woken after surgery, but had understood why Hammond sent her home. It was her subsequent absence that hurt. He had thought they were friends and didn’t understand why she had left town without speaking to them.
“No.”
“Has General Hammond written her up?” Jeff asked quietly from his chair.
“Not yet. Since we’re on stand down because of the last mission she technically not AWOL.”
“She’s not military,” Jeff pointed out.
“True, but she’s working for a top secret military project.”
“Are we sure she wasn’t abducted?”
“She packed her bags, Balinsky. It was intentional and on her accord, at least, Jack said so. But if she thinks it will be easy when she comes back she’s got another thing comin’. She broke our trust,” Dave said with a sigh as he wearily rubbed his eyes. The past few weeks had been rough for everyone.
“Do you think she’s coming back?” Simon asked.
“Damn well better. I don’t want to find two replacements for the team.”
“Two?” Jeff asked in surprise. “Why two?”
“Wells will never be allowed back in the field after an injury that severe. Even if they did allow it, it’s gonna take him at least a year to regain full control of his muscles again. I’d have to find a replacement no matter what.”
Jeff slumped in his chair, astounded by the news. It had never occurred to him that Simon was going to have to permanently leave the team.
XXXXXXXX
Buffy let out a grunt as the demon’s fist hit her squarely on the chin. Stars exploded behind her eyes for a moment from the pain. She blinked and was barely able to block the follow-up punch.
This was her fifth fight of the night. The first four with vamps, and none of them were clueless fledglings. Her energy reserves were starting to tap out, but she couldn’t just let this thing walk away so it could harm others. It was her duty as the slayer to remove the threat to the world’s populace and she was going to do it. On her own.
Which was how she had been doing everything for the past three weeks since she had talked to Faith and John. She had been serious when she said she was returning to her slayer duties. The tiny blonde refused to allow anyone to patrol with her. Her waking hours had been spent training and researching. She firmly believed that the Powers had sent her a sign letting her know where she was supposed to be and she wasn’t going to let anyone else get hurt because of her.
Her limbs ached as she forced them to block the demon’s punches and kicks. She needed to find a way through its defenses soon if she wanted to make it out of this one alive.
But perhaps this was it. Maybe it was this nasty’s one good day.
As the thought crossed her mind, Buffy pulled an extra boost of energy from somewhere. She wasn’t ready to die and like hell was she going to let some random demon take her out. She sent it a roundhouse kick that sent it stumbling back several feet.
It snarled at her, baring sharp teeth, and charged forward. Only instead of the expected punch, it rammed right into her midsection. The momentum carried them into a large tombstone that broke beneath them.
The air flew out of Buffy’s lungs with a painful whoosh. As she fought to regain the ability to breathe, the right side of her chest protested loudly. Experience told her that she had just cracked or broken a couple of ribs.
“That wasn’t playing nice,” she said, her lungs fighting for every breath. “Using your body as a battering ram isn’t allowed. Don’t you know that?” She asked, shoving it off of her and getting shakily to her feet. “This isn’t that fake wrestling they show on TV,” she informed it, slamming her fist into its face and knocking it to the ground.
Its red eyes glittered up at her before it swiped at her, the fingers spread wide. She jerked back out of the way, but it wasn’t enough. A painful fire erupted across her stomach as the demon’s claws cut through her skin. Luckily she had moved enough that it hadn’t cut through her abdominal wall and her insides were still, thankfully, inside.
She staggered back as the demon stood. Her body began to freeze up from the pain and the demon smiled triumphantly. Its good day had arrived on what was going to be her last.
Its fist slammed home onto her face like a freight train. Just as her world turned black, her last thought was of Jack.
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on 2008-10-12 05:26 pm (UTC)Pretty please? I'll beg, you know I will. That was absolutely wonderful darling!!!!!!!!!!
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on 2008-10-18 03:11 pm (UTC)I'm changing the update schedule since the fic is finished and Ava has done the beta-ing. Look for a new chappie every Sunday until it's finished.