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The Wolves At Our Backs

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

It had been a trying few days. They had all agreed to put Randall’s fate on hold, while they prepared for the ritual that would contact Willow. It had been forty-eight hours of mind-bending exercises, everything from a crash course in meditation, to visualization, to making them all understand the English translation of the spell. They had to understand what they were asking for, who they were asking for.

Surprisingly enough, the people who excelled were not the ones she was expecting. T-Dog and Andrea were awful at focusing their minds, and Glen, Carol, and Dale were very much second place in the badness category. Though she suspected with Carol it had more to do with grief than anything else.

The entire Greene family on the other hand, including Patricia and Jimmy seemed to take to it all ‘like a duck-to-water’, as they said. Though the many questions regarding whether the script itself was satanic in nature was disconcerting and annoying at the same time. Having to explain herself over and over became tiresome.

Hershel was the first to grasp the concept of dark and white magic, which honestly wasn’t that surprising. He was well versed when it came to scripture, and understood prayer better than most people. The only problem he had with the whole idea was that they’d be praying to another deity, and not the Lord himself. They had quite the debate about it, but Buffy had finally convinced him that he wouldn’t actually be praying to another deity, he would be focusing his energy into the circle, not on the deity herself.

Maggie however, gave her a run for her money in the arguments department. Though, she was quite good at what Buffy was teaching her, she became reluctant in wanting to learn it. That was until Oz explained using the same techniques in dealing with werewolves who wanted to learn to control themselves. She had listened intently as he explained what it had taken him to learn that kind of control. Buffy also further convinced her with the explanation that intent was a huge factor when it came to a spell. A white spell could easily become a dark spell if the intent was not pure. Considering, that they were only trying to contact a friend, the intent of said spell could never be mistaken as malicious in nature. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, but Maggie eventually caved and stopped fighting them.

Beth on the other hand was a natural born white witch. She excelled at the tasks they’d given her, and on a few occasions Buffy caught Oz eyeing the girl with pride, admiration, and something else, something she hadn’t seen on his face for quite some time. She wasn’t worried about it though, there were too many factors keeping Oz from making any kind of move on the girl, not that Oz was a move making kind of guy to begin with. Buffy frowned at her jumbled thoughts and shook her head.

She looked at Daryl as he got into place next to her and smiled. He was also quite good at meditation and visualization. Shane, Rick and Lori following close behind in the talent department. They weren’t powerful, but they understood the concept behind the method and tapping into unused power was what they needed to give this spell the boost it required.

Buffy and Oz could never have performed this spell alone. Their casting talents were amateur level at best, so they were definitely grateful for all the help and willing bodies. They were also hoping power in numbers really meant something right now.

Buffy looked at all the people following her lead even when they didn’t have to, especially the ones she knew didn’t fully grasp the magnitude of what the group was about to attempt. They were trusting her to keep them safe, perhaps even end this nightmare and she hoped by everything holy she could fulfill this hope; even if she couldn’t bring their loved ones back. She took a deep breath, understanding in that moment she truly cared for these people she’d only known a few weeks. All of them, even the ones she hadn’t gotten to know well.

She smiled. They were going to do this. Together they would take this first step toward ending the horror once and for all and the realization lifted some of the weight resting on her shoulders. For a short time, she watched the group quietly and then spoke before anyone started to get restless or twitchy. “Before we begin,” She paused, waiting for everyone’s full attention. When all eyes turned on her she continued, “I wanted to thank you all for doing this, even those who were unsuccessful at completing our crash course.” Her eyes rose to meet the group standing off to the side of their makeshift circle. “Magic is no easy thing and I did not expect all of you to grasp the concept in the forty-eight hour time period we allotted.” Buffy paused, her eyes turning to the Greene family sitting in the circle with her. She was using her diplomatic voice. The one she’d used a hundred times when dealing with some of the more resistant Werewolf packs around the country. “To those of you who are uneasy because you feel this goes against your faith, I am truly sorry for asking you to do this, and eternally grateful for your willingness to participate even in the face of your misgivings. Under normal circumstances I would never ask this of you, but in these times of not knowing what exactly it is we’re facing…” Her eyes scanned the circle of people, meeting each person with warm gratitude. “I can’t thank you enough for being here.”

There was a murmur of appreciation from the people around her, as well as from the group that was next to the RV.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was to happen next. “Let’s start by lighting the candles.” She said, reaching for her lighter and passed it to Daryl after lighting the white candle in her hand. The lighting went on until all of the candles were glowing brightly. “Now, remember… deep breaths, and find your center.”

When Buffy was satisfied they were all deep in a meditative trance she closed her eyes, focusing on one of her oldest friends. A few moments later Oz began to recite the words in their original Latin text.

*o*o*

Willow sighed in annoyance at the useless tome she was reading. They were getting absolutely nowhere in this quest of Dawn’s, and though she had always been one for research she was really starting to believe that this wasn’t something they could fix. Well at least not in the mystical sense. Whatever this was, acted too much like an infection to be anything other than natural in origin. She sighed dramatically, pushing the useless book away from her. “This is ridiculous, Dawn.”

Dawn looked up from her notes, irritated at the interruption to her concentration. “What?” She snapped.

“This!” Willow said, gesturing with her arms at the pile of books. “We’ve been researching nonstop for a month and a half straight and we haven’t found anything to lead us to believe there is any chance of curing this by mystical means.”

Dawn frowned at her, opening her mouth to argue when Willow cut her off. “Look, I’m not saying we should give up, but maybe we should be looking at more medical means in curing it. Maybe start helping Rose’s side of the research, you know?”

Dawn shrugged, her eyes traveling back to her notepad to continue writing. “If that’s how you feel, then go work with her on that end. I’m fine researching this side.”

“Dawnie, think about this for a…” Willow started to say, but was cut off by the loud smack of Dawn’s hand slamming against the table. She jumped in surprise.

“God dammit Willow! We’ve already discussed this.” Dawn said furiously. “I’m not giving up on this.”

“And I’ve already told you!” Willow snapped in frustration. “There’s no way this is mystical. It can’t be. I would have felt something coming from the Walkers, and I don’t!”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed at the redhead. “And I told you, there’s no way this is natural. It can’t be. There’s something or someone behind it, and I’m gonna find out what…or who.”

Willow sighed in defeat. “How do you know? Why are you so certain?”

Dawn looked down at her hands, shaking her head as her voice softened to a whisper. “I just do. I can…I can feel it.”

A frown marred her face as she studied the younger Summers. Before she could question the girl further, a loud bang sounded throughout the study, throwing both girls out of their chairs. When both women got to their feet, a large glowing sphere floated before them. Colors swirled in the orb for a few seconds and then as if someone adjusting the tuner of a television set, the colors began to separate and make shapes until they formed a picture. No, that wasn’t right. It wasn’t a picture at all, it was a broadcast. It was the living breathing face of a person both girls loved dearly.

“Buffy?” Willow breathed in disbelief.

*o*o*

Buffy heard the people around her gasp as the sphere formed in front of them, but her eyes were too focused on the swirling forms taking shape inside the orb. As the fuzziness slowly cleared, Buffy was met by the familiar eyes of one of her oldest friends. She heard Willow’s voice for the first time in months, and she could barely hold back the sob trying to bubble out of her throat.

“Willow.” She whispered.

“Oh my God, Buffy!” Willow exclaimed, a joyful smile lighting her face.

The next second, any hope Buffy had of keeping her composure was completely shattered as her baby sister came into view. Her face crumpled. She couldn’t hold back the tears if she tried. “Dawnie?” She breathed. “Oh God, Dawnie!”

Dawn seemed to be in a similar state. Her hand was against her mouth and large tears cascaded down her cheeks. Speechless, the youngest Summers shook her head in disbelief.

Buffy studied her baby sister. She looked older, more tired than Buffy had ever seen her before. It hit home hard, the realization of what her sister must have gone through, what she was probably still going through in fact.

“Where are you?” Willow asked, succeeding in tearing Buffy out of her scrutiny as her eyes found the redhead’s again.

“Georgia. Not too far from Newnan.” She answered. Her eyes traveling back to her sisters of their own accord. If Buffy had been paying attention she would have noticed another set of eyes riveted on her sister, but she was too focused on Dawn.

“Look Willow,” Buffy said, forcing herself to get to the topic at hand and reluctantly pulling her gaze away from Dawn’s. “I need answers, and I need them fast. I was recently visited by an old acquaintance.”

Willow frowned. “Who?”

“Whistler,” was Buffy’s one worded response.

Willow’s eyes widened. “The Balance Demon? The one who helped Angel?”

“The one and the same.” Buffy confirmed. “He had some information for me. Said this is mystical and that you are being blocked.”

Willow froze, her face going pale. She could feel the visual daggers being shot her way by Dawn, but didn’t bother to look and confirm it. “Buffy,” She said seriously, her voice shaking. “We’re coming to you.”

“We?” Buffy questioned, shaking her head. “I-I don’t know if that’s such…” But neither girl was listening; both went into hyper drive mode. Willow had pulled out a radio and was rambling off information into it, while Dawn was haphazardly tossing random items into a bag. She watched her sister streak into a nearby room, coming back with a mountain of clothing moments later.

“Yes, you heard me Andrew.” Willow was saying. “No, I’m not gonna wait for backup. We have too many girls out as it is.” There was a pause. “Yes I’m sure. Yes, I am.” Irritation flared in her eyes. “Then tell them to take it up with me when I get back.” She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, didn’t catch that. Gotta go, talk when we get back.”

Buffy watched in amusement as Willow turned the walkie off on Andrew’s ramblings. “I see Andrew hasn’t changed.”

Dawn came into view, a pack slung over her shoulder. “Oh no, he has.” She commented. “He’s ten times worse since this whole thing happened.”

“Oh I bet.” Buffy snorted. “I can already hear him rambling on about radioactive contamination from space probes and the Umbrella Corporation.”

Dawn raised her eyebrows in amusement. “I wasn’t aware you saw ‘Resident Evil’, and I’m even more shocked you sat down and watched ‘Night of the Living Dead’.”

“Smart ass.” Buffy murmured, a grin tugging at her lips.

“That’s why you love me.” Dawn quipped, before she became serious once more. “We’re gonna need you to hold that circle Buffy.”

Willow spoke up then. “You guys are gonna feel a major surge of power on our end, and it might be uncomfortable, but you need to hold or you could send us spiraling into another dimension.”

Buffy frowned at Willow. “What exactly are you gonna do?”

Dawn and Willow exchanged a look, before Willow answered. “We’re gonna latch onto the magical signature to find you, kinda like GPS. Dawns gonna use her blood to boost the signal. In essence were gonna turn your window into a door.”

Buffy frowned. “I really don’t like the sound of this. Maybe this isn’t such a good…”

Buffy never got to finish what she was saying though, as Dawn furiously cut her off. “No. I’ve spent the last month and a half working on this. If you’ve got information, I need it.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes. “And I can’t just tell you this way?”

Both Willow and Dawn exchanged an amused glance, before Willow spoke up. “Umm, no offence Buffy, but you aren’t exactly the best at relaying important information. If Whistler talked to you, I’m gonna need to talk to everyone who heard him.”

She scowled. “Gee thanks for the vote of confidence, guys.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “You once referred to the Order of Aurelius as the Order of Cornelius.”

Buffy heard both Oz and Daryl snort and her scowl deepened. “It’s a stupid name, and anyway I think I know my Greek Mythology.”

Dawn’s face pinched in annoyance. “Yeah well…wait a minute.” Dawn paused, her eyes widening. “D-did you just say Greek Mythology?”

Willow’s eyes widened as well. “Buffy, we’re on our way.”

Without giving the Slayer time to reply, Willow reached out her hand and murmured a few words. The group around Buffy gasped as they felt the sudden surge of power, the hairs on their neck and arms starting to prickle. “Hold.” Buffy forced out as the air started to become heavy with ozone.

Dawn quickly sliced her palm with a blade and placed her bloody hand against the floating orb and the feeling around them intensified tenfold. Buffy vaguely recalled hearing Oz telling people not to break their concentration, to hold on.

It happened fast, but it felt like an eternity. The sphere began to grow, as swirling colors of purple and blue pulsed inside what could now only be considered a portal. The air became even more repressive, and the pressure of the power being funneled their way was almost too much to bear. The next second two figures emerged from the swirling mass, and just like that the pressure was gone, the portal disappearing with a loud pop that almost shattered eardrums.

Buffy sucked in big lungful’s of air and as the ringing in her head began to subside, she tried focusing her eyes on her surroundings. They didn’t want to work properly at first, but as the fuzziness began to lessen she was able to make out some of the people’s faces around her. She scanned them as critically as she could, assessing if there was any damage done. They seemed to be in about the same state as her, but luckily no worse for wear. As her eyes roved over each of their faces they came to an abrupt stop on Shane, who was staring in blank wonder at the center of the circle. Buffy’s eyes immediately followed his line of sight and she stopped short at the sight that greeted her.

The candle Buffy had been clutching moments before fell to the ground without a second thought and she was on her feet and moving.

“Dawnie? Willow? Are you okay?” She fell to her knees in front of the two women crouched on the ground breathing heavily.

Willow looked up, giving her a shaky yet exuberant smile. “Just,” she said breathlessly. “A little winded.”

Buffy chuckled, before throwing her arms around the redhead. “God, I’ve missed you.” She said, before releasing Willow and turning to Dawn next.

Dawn slowly raised her head then, meeting her big sister’s eyes. “Buffy.” She whispered, launching herself at her.

Buffy’s arms immediately engulfed the youngest Summers and her heart nearly broke at the broken sobs that emerged from Dawns throat. “Oh sweetie.” She whispered, her own tears mixing with Dawn’s. Buffy pulled back kissing her sister’s forehead and brushing away the hair sticking to her wet cheeks. “You look older.” She observed.

Dawn gave out a watery giggle at the comment. “And you look like you haven’t aged a day, as usual.”

Buffy snorted, pulling her in for one more hug, before standing and helping her sister to her feet. Willow was already standing, eyeing the surrounding people curiously.

“Come on you two.” Buffy said, leading them towards the group. “There are some people I’d like you both to meet.”

As they turned towards the group Buffy noticed most had moved over towards the RV. She could hear laughter and loud chatter coming from those who had been in the circle and she suspected they were all still suffering the effects of their post magical high. She understood that well, for she was still feeling the effects rather strongly herself. Though, that very well could be attributed to the fact that she was now standing next to two of the people she loved most in this world.

Buffy was glad to see the people who had lingered behind were the ones she was closest too at the moment. Well excluding Oz. He was still convinced Willow did something to his wolf. He would make himself scarce for the next couple days, or however long they decided to stay.

She walked over to the men huddled together talking quietly, unable to wipe the grin from her face. “Hey guys.” She said gaining their attention, and judging by the goofy smiles they shot her in return, they were still under the after effects of the spell as well. “I’d like you all to meet my best friend, Willow Rosenberg, and my baby sister Dawn.”

Shane’s face drained of color at the news about who his mystery girl was, and as was common he reacted the only way he knew how. He walked forward and grasped the red heads hand first. “Ya’ll, really know how to make an entrance.” He moved to Dawn next, meeting her eyes and his breath caught at what he saw. She was more beautiful in person, even with the red rimmed eyes and her face blotchy from crying. She was absolutely gorgeous. He reached his hand out and as their fingers touched a warm tingling jolt went through him. She must have felt it too, because her beautiful blue eyes widened and a pink blush immediately spread across her cheeks and nose.

“Name’s Shane. Shane Walsh.” He said hoarsely, his hand lingering in hers a moment longer than was necessary and her blush spread even more. He found himself enchanted by her innocence.

“Dawn.” She answered quietly, her entire face hot from the energy that seemed to linger between her and the handsome man. “Nice to meet you Shane.”

His name on her lips made his heart pound in his ears and the blood rush in the opposite direction. He smiled at her, stepping back to give the other’s room for introductions, though his eyes never left the young woman’s even as Rick stepped up.

Rick introduced himself to the two women, and quickly stepped back next to Shane as Hershel stepped up. He looked at his oldest friend, whispering lowly. “You think you coulda been more obvious?”

He scowled at Rick, but didn’t have time to answer because Hershel was already coming over to them and Daryl was stepping up for the introductions. Shane watched in amusement as Buffy tried to explain to the girls who exactly he was to her, and both girls reactions had him chuckling under his breath.

“Is he a vamp?” Dawn blurted, making both Buffy and Daryl scowl at her sister.

“No.” Buffy ground out in annoyance. “Does he look like one?”

“Well, Buffy,” Willow stepped in diplomatically, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “You can’t really blame her for assuming. I mean your track record isn’t exactly the shining example of all things human.”

Her face became pinched at the reminder, and she ignored Willows comment entirely. “Come on.” She said. “Let’s go meet the rest of them.”

“You mean you have more than one boyfriend?” Dawn quipped as she fell into step next to her sister, causing all four men and Willow to burst out laughing.

Buffy glared at Dawn. “Hardy, har, har, Dawnie. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping with the cows.”

*o*o*

After all of the introductions were out of the way, they all took seats around the camp fire. Buffy noticed Shane watching her sister the entire evening and it was quite obvious he was rather taken with her. She didn’t know how she felt about that, especially with the way Dawn’s eyes kept straying back to his. The critical thinking part of her brain was partially okay with it. This could be exactly what Shane needed to get over his obsession with Lori, but the big sister part of her brain wanted to march over and smack them both upside the head and scream, NO.

The other thing Buffy didn’t particularly like was the way Andrea kept glaring at her sister either. So the blonde and Shane had a thing after all. She had suspected as much, but wasn’t positive until now. She shot her own glare at the blonde, who quickly looked away from her penetrating gaze.

She didn’t know the woman well and was a bit too mouthy for Buffy’s taste, but as long as she kept that sharp tongue the hell away from Dawn they wouldn’t have any problems. She wasn’t particularly worried about Dawn. The girl could give as good as she got when it came to mouthing off, but if Andrea was jealous it could turn into more than just snide remarks, and Buffy really didn’t want to have to step in between an all-out cat fight.

“So, Buffy,” Willow started, pulling the Slayer out of her thoughts. “What exactly did Whistler say?”

She sighed. “Not a lot, just enough to be cryptic and annoying.” The Slayer shrugged, her eyes meeting Oz who had tucked himself away from the rest of the group for fear of catching Willow’s scent. “He said what I already told you, that you were being blocked, apparently the Powers are too. He said they can’t get a read on whomever or whatever it is, but they suspect a fallen Power or an Old One.”

Willow nodded, “That’s why they sent out that mass Slayer Dream a few weeks ago. I bet they weren’t sure how long of a window they’d have open.”

Buffy nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking too.”

“So what about the Greek Mythology you were talking about?” Dawn spoke up next.

Buffy opened her mouth to reply but was cut off when Shane’s voice filled the air. “Dude said somethin’ about Apollo.”

Willow and Dawn both gasped in horror.

“Yah,” Daryl agreed cutting in, suddenly uncomfortable with all the eyes now on him. “Except he didn’t seem to think it was him. Said it wasn’t really his style. That he didn’t care about humans like that.”

Buffy nodded in agreement. “But after, he mentioned something else, something it might actually be.”

“What?” Willow and Dawn asked in unison.

Buffy swallowed, preparing herself for the total freak out that was sure to come. “He asked if I’ve ever heard of Pandora and he mentioned a tomb.”

Both Willow and Dawn paled at the news. “What?” Dawn squeaked in horror, as Willow shook her head in disbelief.

“He mentioned the Deeper Well too.” Oz said from his seat.

Willow’s eyes met her ex’s and she nodded. “That’s where the legend says it is.”

“I’m assuming Pandora’s Box isn’t actually a physical box.” Glen said. “That it’s something else.”

“You would be very correct.” Dawn said smiling at him, completely ignoring the blue eyed brunette’s glare. “It’s based off the legend of the Apocalypse. Not just any old Apocalypse either. The Apocalypse, as in the one from Revelations.”

Buffy paled at this. “So, what exactly does that mean?”

Hershel spoke next, a frown marring his features. “Pandora’s Box holds The Four Horseman, doesn’t it?”

Willow nodded. “Not exactly what you read in the Scriptures sir, but that would be an accurate description in laymen’s terms, yes.”

The man blew out a long breath he must have been holding. “So this illness, it’s… It was a design of Plague, himself.”

Dawn nodded. “Though, in some translations his name is Conquest or Conqueror, and if you go even further back some believed The Four Horseman was one entity. In other cultures they have completely different names altogether. For instance, in ancient Mesopotamia the name is Nergal and he’s said to command the Ilū Sebettu also known as the Seven Gods, who are prominently known as agents of death and destruction.” Dawn paused, looking to Willow to continue.

“The truth is,” Willow started. “Every culture throughout history has a final Apocalypse story, which makes the reality of this all the more real. We may not have had any giant earthquakes and the sea may not have boiled, but the world has ended and the dead are walking.”

“Jesus.” Dawn said, a humorless laugh falling from her lips. “I can’t believe this isn’t the first thing we started researching. It seems so obvious now.”

“Is there anything else?” Willow asked.

“Yes.” Buffy admitted quietly. She hadn’t told anyone but Daryl, and revealing it now right in front of Carol made her stomach turn. “There was a girl in Rick’s group. She got turned.” Buffy sucked in a breath and looked at the woman in question. “W-when I approached her she didn’t attack me. S-she was a Potential.” Willow opened her mouth to interrupt but Buffy held up her hand forestalling her. “I never met her before she was turned Willow.” Buffy said. “But when she approached me.” Buffy shook her head. “The Slayer was still in her. S-she talked to me in my mind. Her soul was gone, but the Slayer was still there, a-and it was dying.”

Carol gasped, her hand going to her mouth as both Willow and Dawn had a similar reaction.

“D-do you have any ideas on why that is?” Buffy asked.

Both women shook their heads, looking at each other warily. “When I activated the Potentials,” Willow started. “The magic I used was pure, I asked for balance when requesting the gift. I-I knew how badly it could throw the universe out of whack if I didn’t.” Willow shook her head. “If I was to take an educated guess, I would have to assume that whatever this thing is, it’s trying to destroy that balance.”

“That would be my guess too.” Dawn whispered.

“And you wouldn’t be wrong.” A familiar voice confirmed.

Buffy narrowed her eyes, turning to look at the half-demon who was slowly becoming the biggest pain in her ass ever. “Whistler!” She growled, getting to her feet and turning around.

“Hey,” He said, holding up his hands in neutrality. “Don’t kill the messenger.”

“So give us the message and leave.” She snarked.

He grinned at her. “I always did like your spunk, kid.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, unimpressed with the annoying demon. “Just get to the point, Whistler.”

“Alright,” He said stepping forward. “If you don’t find a way to stop this, when this thing hits full fruition,” he scanned the group his eyes landed on Lori. “She will be the last mother to ever birth a potential.”

Lori sucked in a breath of surprise, her arms coming around her stomach as if to protect her baby.

“A Slayer?” Buffy breathed. “She’s pregnant with a Slayer?”

“Why do you think we sent you here, kid?” Then he snapped his fingers and was gone.

“I seriously hate when he does that.” She growled in frustration, before turning back toward the others.

Willow was already on her feet stepping up to Lori. “May I?” She asked, holding out her hands.

Lori eyed the redhead warily, but nodded her consent all the same. Willow closed her eyes and placed both hands on the woman’s stomach. It only took a moment before she stepped back. “Well,” Willow confirmed. “She’s definitely a potential.”

“She?” Lori breathed, her hands coming back to cover her stomach.

“All Slayers are girls.” Willow confirmed.

Lori looked at Rick, her eyes clouding over with unshed tears. “We’re having a baby girl.”

Rick released the breath he had been holding, his own tears filling his eyes. “A girl,” was all he could manage. “A girl.”


Notes

A/N: For those of you who guessed, for those of you who didn't, and for those of you who are gonna bee disappointed. A lot of questions are going to be answered in this chapter, and a lot of new ones are gonna come forth. Happy reading, and thank you everyone who reviewed... Remember reviews are like chocolate, they make me warm inside...

Special thanks to my amazing beta Charlotte!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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