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Summary: Just as the Scoobies think The First has gone. An old friend reappears with a surprise that they're not gonna like.

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Stargate > Buffy-CenteredshellcFR131049,083510949,22913 Jun 0928 Aug 13No

Chapter One

STORY: A New World
TITLE: Chapter One
RATING: FR13
DISCLAIMER: Buffy is property of Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon while Stargate belongs to Robert C. Cooper and
Brad Wright
SUMMARY: Challenge response for scifigirl. Just as the Scoobies are thinking the First is gone, an old friend reappears with a surprise for them .
NOTES: Thanks to tvbuff (Cheri) for checking it over for me.

“You wanna talk?”

Buffy had sensed Angel’s presence before he uttered a word but hadn’t said anything.

She was sitting on the balcony outside his room at Wolfram and Hart. It had only been a few hours since they had beat the First, if you could call it that. Bit by bit everything was starting to catch up to her about what had actually happened, who had died and who had not.

Angel had phoned literally minutes after they stepped off the bus, offering them all somewhere to stay for the time being.

The wounded had been patched up. Robin, although serious, was going to make it and she thanked god there hadn’t been any more fatalities.

The others had all given in and gone to bed, but she couldn’t sleep. Angel had put everyone up and of course, Xander had moaned about where he was to sleep but quickly changed his mind when Angel suggested he sleep in the basement instead.

“Gunn and Wesley are back with your stuff,” Angel whispered, coming out in the hall and quietly shutting the door behind him, as to not wake up Dawn who was sleeping in the bed. “They’re unloading it and bringing it up now.”

“Thanks,” she nodded. “I’m glad Xand thought of it.”

“It had to happen eventually, even with a brain so small.” He sat down earning a smile from her.

They had packed up everything they needed a few days before when they realized what was going to happen and stored it in a u-haul just outside the city limits. The potentials…no make that the younger slayers didn’t have much apart from their clothes, but the Sunnydale natives had far too much to let burn. Buffy had made sure most of her mom’s pieces of art and every family picture she could find were boxed. They had no grave to visit now, so it was all Dawn and she had left of their mother.

“Giles says he’s keeping some of his books here,” he interrupted her thoughts. “Wesley’s doing somersaults waiting to get his hands on them.”

“I can’t believe how much he’s changed… how you all have.” She turned to him. In her wildest dreams, she had never thought that he would be working for the enemy.

“I know you don’t trust them Buffy, but at least now we can fight it from the inside,” he looked at her. “I don’t want Cordy’s death to be in vain…or Connor.”

“None of it should be,” she nodded patting his hand. “Personally, I wouldn’t trust any of them as far as either of us could throw them; but I trust you , and if you say you know what your doing then I believe you. Just be careful, I don’t want you walking into a trap.”

He didn’t need her blessing but at the same time he was glad she had offered it.

“So, what are your plans now?” he changed the subject.

“Honestly, I haven’t thought that far,” she admitted. “Giles says there is another Hellmouth in Cleveland and there’s talk of starting up another council, so I guess that’s two things to start off with.”

“Well, your welcome to stay here as long as you need. I’m guessing you need some money as well. So whatever you need, I can get you.”

“Thanks but I think we have enough just now and ,to be honest, I want to try and get back to normal….”

She laughed at his confused look. “The town was deserted so Faith, Spike and some others broke into the bank and some of the shops. We’re pretty much loaded now.”

His expression changed when the other vampire‘s name was mentioned. “How did…”

“The amulet,” she shut her eyes. “I don’t know if it was the Hellmouth, Will’s spell or whatever, but it was like this big burst of energy came out of the amulet and it burst right through everything. It was the sunlight that killed most of the Chaka Khans…”

“Turok-Han.” He corrected her.

“Turok-Han’s,” she nodded. “ He had time to escape but he stayed…he wanted to make sure.” She turned to the vampire. “He said he felt his soul, he knew it was really there.”

“He died a hero.”

She waited for the sarcastic tone, he used whenever the other vampire’s name was mentioned but it never came.

“I told him I loved him.”

“Did you?” he said after what seemed like a lifetime.

“He seemed to think I didn’t,” she answered after a beat. “I did …the best I could. He’ll never be you but we went through so much these last few years, and he did change.” She whispered. “Sometimes I think he knew me better than anyone…maybe if things had been different.” She buried her head in her hands.

“Want my opinion?”

She nodded. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I really do.” She looked back up at him.

“It pains me to say it but I think he did love you. Only because deep down he knew you would never love him back, not the way he wanted,” he took her hand. “I also think you did love him but you weren’t in love with him.”

She didn’t say anything so he continued. “It wouldn’t have been fair on either of you. He was the same with Dru. He knew she would never love him as much as he loved her.”

“Why?”

“Why do I like Barry Manilow?” he joked. “Just one of the many mysteries that will never be answered.”

“Okay this is weird,” she wiped the tears away. “Your defending Spike to me.”

“You know I’ll deny it if you ever repeat any of this.” He grinned.

“You need to find Dru and tell her,” she got serious. “I’m guessing she’s still around somewhere and will probably know but still…” she stood up.

“I guess so.” He copied her actions.

She bit back a yawn as she opened the door. “You know all of a sudden I’m thinking sleep sounds really good.”

“To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t drop as soon as Dawn.”

“It was tempting,” another yawn came out as they walked back into the room and she walked him to the door. “Thanks for the loan of the room.”

“As long as you’re comfortable.” He gave her a hug and after saying goodnight he left the room.

Although she was tired, there was something she had to do before she settled. She moved over to the desk and got some paper out of the drawer before settling on the bed. A quick glance showed Dawn was out of it, so she got comfy on the bed and started writing.

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“Duck.” She yelled seeing the monster sneak up on Dawn, ready to shoot the arrow as soon as her sister moved. He might not die but it would hurt and give them enough time to regroup.

Before she could do anything, the crossbow was knocked away from her as four hands grabbed her. She tried to attack but it was no use, they were too strong.

“Dawn!” she screamed as another of the creatures grabbed her sister by the hair but it was too late.

“You‘re strong human,” one of them snarled into her ear. “Let’s compare.” The one holding Dawn thrust his hand into her chest and Buffy could do nothing but watch as her sister aged before her eyes.

Buffy’s eyes shot open as she bolted upright with a yell.

“Ssh, it’s okay,” Willow pulled her into her arms. “It’s okay sweetie, you were dreaming.” She soothed her, used to these outbursts now.


The nightmares had started a few weeks ago. Everyone knew but didn’t say anything. They all just assumed that it was something to do with the battle and the nightmares would stop after the battle was over but they seemed to be getting more frequent.

“Dawn?” Buffy whispered.

“Is fine,” Willow stroked Buffy’s hair. “You need to come downstairs though, we’re having a meeting. I’ll go tell them you’ll be a while.” Willow got off the bed and left the room giving Buffy some privacy.


A short while later, a more relaxed Buffy entered the conference room. The Scoobies and Angel’s team were already sitting around the table.

“What’s wrong?” She took a seat, thanking Fred as she was given a cup of coffee.

“We need to talk Slayer,” Whistler appeared. “It seems the powers have found out the First isn’t as gone as we first thought and wants to pay you back.”

“I thought she killed it’s ass?” Gunn asked.

“Evil can’t die,” Wesley explained. “It can be subdued but can’t die.”

“We barely survived before, “ Buffy didn’t like the sound of this. “What the hell do we do this time?”

“It’s got a different plan this time, rather than just take over, it wants to get rid of the guardians of this world - the slayer line,” he explained turning to Buffy. “When you visited the Shadow men, although you refused the power, you still came away with some powerful mojo. Bottom line Blondie, you are now the most powerful slayer to ever live.”

“Really…wow.” Fred gasped.

”And when you king Arthur-ed the scythe, it became part of you.” Whistler continued.

“I think I understand,” Giles interrupted. “When Buffy used the scythe for the spell , it was the power that came from her that turned them into slayers.”

“Got it in one Watcher,” Whistler nodded. “They are all connected to her , meaning if Buffy dies then they lose their powers and that gives you no more slayers.”

“What about me demon boy?” Faith stopped him. “I didn’t get my power from B.”

“You are still a slayer,” he replied. “The power is all the same, think of Buffy as the power source and all of you as plugs. The source is turned off and you lot stop working.”

“So what do we do now?” Buffy’s anxiety was slowly turning to anger. All they had went through, the sacrifices, the deaths, It had meant nothing.

“You have to disappear until we find a way to stop it completely.”

“We?”

“The powers,” he looked up. “Usually they stay out of the battlefield but since the First isn’t playing fair, neither are they.”

“Where can she go?” Angel asked.

“What about me?” Dawn interrupted, “We have the same blood.”

“Not sure mini,” he answered. “You’ll probably be safe as you don’t have any powers.”

“Once again…where?” Angel raised his voice. He had never liked the balance demon but the look on Buffy’s face right now was giving him the urge to drain him dry…after a year of torture.


Whistler swallowed hard. Demon or not, he wasn’t looking forward to this. “That's the thing. Sorry kid but anywhere on Earth and it can and will find you.”

“It keeps getting better and better,” she stood throwing her chair into the wall. “What the hell do I have to do to get some peace?” she slammed the door behind her.

“If she’s going I’m going too.” Dawn stood and raced after her sister.

“Poor kid,” Whistler shook his head. “It doesn’t look like it now, but it will get better for her.”

“So when do…?” Giles asked.

“You’re not going,” Xander interrupted him and stopped Angel before he could say anything. “And neither are you, you’re both needed here. They are my girls, I’ll go with them.”

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“Jeez Buff, what’s in here?” Xander groaned as he tried to pick the chest up that contained all of her things.

“You never know where we’ll end up,” she took it from him. “Or who’ll be there.”

After a lot of pacing and a long talk with Dawn, she realized she had no other choice. After all the sacrifice, there wasn’t any other option. She didn’t think she could love Xander any more but when he said he was going with them, she was proven wrong.

Of course, where that was they didn’t know. They weren’t sure if it was because Whistler didn’t know himself or he plain just didn’t want to tell them. All he did say was it would be friendly and they spoke English.

“Okay you have a point.” Xander admitted following Buffy down the stairs with his own trunk. They had decided to take what they needed but with Buffy that meant everything from Mr Pointy to Mr Gordo.

They placed their things in the middle of the circle where Whistler had instructed them too.

“Dawnie where’s you trunk?” she saw her sister beside Faith.

“Got all I need in here,” she grinned holding a ruck sack up. “I’m guessing you’ve packed enough to dress the Titanic so I can borrow some of your stuff…well your tops anyway.”

“Hey, enough with the height jokes,” Buffy swatted her then looked up at Gunn who was bringing down another case. “I so knew you would do this so I packed for you.”

Dawn’s answer was to stick her tongue out at her older sister.

“Right,” Whistler looked up. “As soon as this is sorted, we’ll come and get you. Now say your goodbyes while I set it up ‘cause when it’s starts it will only be open for a few minutes.”


One by one everyone gave hugs and kisses, with Xander getting an extra warning from Angel to look after the girls.

Buffy pulled Wesley and Willow aside to speak privately. “I don’t know if he’s done it yet but Angel was going to find Dru,” she explained. “Make sure he does, no matter what, Spike was still family and they both need each other right now. Give Dru this.” She handed him a letter. “It explains everything.”

Buffy turned to Willow. “I was gonna arrange a memorial for the others but since I’m going be on the Death Star for all I know, I need you to do it.” She gave her another hug and went to stand with her sister and Xander.

Whistler said some sort of incantation and a burst of smoke appeared followed by a circle with what appeared to be an armored ring around it.

“You have to go now,” he rushed them. “It won’t last much longer.”

Buffy led the way followed by Dawn and there was a final wave from Xander as the circle shut behind him.

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“Damn.” Xander cursed as he fell to the ground with a thud.

“You okay?” Dawn asked as Buffy held out a hand and helped him up.

“Where are we?” he looked around, “A forest, please don’t tell me Robin Hood’s gonna turn up and steal our stuff.”

Buffy smiled. “Now that I would like to see,” she bent down to pick the chest up. “We better find somewhere to crash, it’s gonna be dark soon.”

She heard a twig snap behind her. A quick glance to Dawn confirmed that there was someone else there.

“You’ve so picked the wrong day to start something.” She turned in the direction of the noise and was confronted with a squad of what appeared to be soldiers with their guns trained on the three of them.

“Is it too late to ask for Robin Hood?” she turned to Xander with a sigh.
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