Something Green - 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing - the characters, settings, and general story plot is all owned by some god called Joss Whedon and the wonderful brilliant people who employee him. I am nothing but a humble writer wondering what would have happened had their minds been more twisted and B/S shippy - so enjoy!!




Summary of "Something Blue":

Set in season 4, Buffy and Riley are not yet 'going out' but are in pre-dating courtship, Riley doesn't know Buffy's the Slayer and she doesn't know he's part of the Initiative, plus Adam has not been introduced. Spike doesn't know he can hurt demons and Willow and Tara have yet to meet, but meet they shall, and Dawn does not yet exist (like the 'yet'?)
Willow is still sobbing over Oz leaving and does a spell that lets her "will be done" - she inadvertently causes Giles to go blind, Xander to become a 'demon-magnet' and Buffy and Spike to want to get married. The spell is eventually reversed and Willow is ashamed of her actions, Spike and Buffy both appear horrified at their actions and conduct, and Giles regains his sight. The episode ends with Riley and Buffy drawing closer, and Spike and Buffy seemingly further apart. (te he he....this shall be fun!)

Something Green - Part One


Mark Kingston strode into his morning office without once saying "good morning" to

his elderly secretary. This event was of sufficient rarity that she rose a few minutes later from her

usual position and went to bring an extra cup of coffee to her

benevolent employer. Instead of sitting calmly behind his desk as she usually found

him, Mr. Kingston was shouting red-faced into the speaker cradle of his office phone,

which she had never, to this date, seen him use. Upset and worried over this

abnormal behaviour, his concerned secretary left the coffee by his office door and

sat down, once more, at her desk. Ten minutes later Mr. Kingston slammed his door

behind him and grabbing his coat, stormed past her to his car. Her fears were in no

way relived when she heard him mutter, in a statement obviously not meant for her

ears, "Oh Hell, now we're all going to die."


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George was waiting at his usual table in the small cafe, as Mark knew he would

be. Neither man spoke a word as he walked up and quickly took the only other chair

at the table. For all the rush they had taken to get here, they hesitated as their

eyes met sharply once, then drifted around the cafe. The bright pink and green swirls

of the wall design did nothing to ease either man's mind.



With a resigned sigh, Mark turned to the one person he could trust in the world -

could trust more than his wife, his son, his family (for what did they know of the

terrors that existed around them?) - and spoke in a quiet, resigned, voice, "Nothing

can be done, then?"



His one true friend and long-time partner shook his head, "Nothing. The seed has

been planted."


A hint of the anger he felt showed itself now, "That damn woman!"


George, older and angry - but older and thus covering his anger, said, "We can not

blame her, she knew not what she did." At Mark's scoffed look a cut of steel edged

into his voice, "she is suffering too, and her power is untrained. It was our fault

for underestimating her."


Mark threw his hands up in the air, causing the few other people the cafe to

glance over, "But these are the pre-ordained events of the cosmos! These are truth

and occurrences known for hundreds of years! Something this important can not simply

be tampered with!"


George glanced swiftly around the room at the people staring and was glad they

were speaking Feryl and not English, "I know," he sighed, "Her power indeed is

great. We knew this, we knew it better than almost anyone, taking into account what

she must do, but even we did not foresee this."



At these words Mark grew suddenly frightened and lifted his eyes skyward, "You

mean - you mean THEY did not see this either?"


George shook his head and Mark suddenly found himself trembling

uncontrollably, "But - but - but that's impossible!!" he stuttered.


"Obviously not."


"Then what can we do? If this is totally unseen - why NOTHING had ever been

totally unseen! In which direction do we proceed?"


George looked at him hard, "This changes nothing - we proceed as per our orders."


Mark shook his head, "Impossible! There are events which have not occurred,

crucial events! Glorificus has yet to be released, the Key has not yet been shaped,"

he stopped and gave a brief, humourless laugh, "Hell - the Vampire isn't even in love

with her yet!"


George sighed once more, "I know, crucial events must be played out - the Key

must open the gates between the worlds, the Slayer must feel the energies of

the cosmos, the Vampire must know the torture of a soul, the Witch must discover the

power within herself -"


" - the Hero must face the limits of his heart, the Demon must remain true to

herself, the Child must know both Darkness and Light. You don't have to test me, I

know the prophecy."


George shook his head, "I recite this not to test you, I wish to show you how

this - unseen - incident does nothing to alter our objectives. We must hurry, yes,

we must press where we were not prepared too, yes, but order can be preserved. Our

future need not be lost."


Mark was silent for a long while, his eyes were lowered to the table top,

unseeing of the dirt and crumbs, until after several tense moments he lifted his head

looked into the eyes of his partner.


"But how can they possibly succeed? They must learn so much."


George placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Yes, but they are our greatest

warriors, they will succeed."


"And if they do not?" he dared to ask.


"Then we will all die," replied his friend evenly, "but as least we can say we

tried."


Mark sighed then and lifted himself from the table, "All right then - let's get

to work."