Summary: Buffy and Spike set off on the trail of a killer and wind up
in alternate dimension 1870’s Nevada trying to prevent the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse from rising. 29 chapters/ Epilogue Complete
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are
owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not
meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
Author's Notes: This is definitely AU, sometime latter S5. Joyce has no health issues, Glory was easily defeated by Buffy without breaking a nail, Dawn’s still the key and Spike already owns that seriously cool motorcycle and plays poker at Willy’s with Clem. The chapter titles are excerpts from songs listed at the beginning of each chapter. I would like to thank my lovely beta EnigmaticBlues for the grammatical touch up. I own nothing and make nothing. ME and Joss Whedon own the universe, I just visit.
Rating: PG
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Chapter 27 Wave Goodbye
Wave goodbye to what you were
The rules have changed
The lines begin to blur.
She makes you hard.
It comes on strong.
You finally found the
place you belong.
-Nine Inch Nails
With Teeth
Spike gently set the crystal on the wagon’s floor between the two
benches. Concerned about damage during the trip, Buffy had instantly
offered the brown dress as a cushion.
Tara folded the dress and carefully sat the three foot tall Crystal
gently on the material. It would help soften any jolt from rough
terrain and there was still enough material left from the voluminous
dress to swaddle the sides. Tara and Willow meticulously tucked the
cloth around both rebuilt fins. Sitting back to check their charges’
position one final time, the witches shared an amused smile. Their
entire fate rested on something that resembled a plump 1950’s spaceship
already positioned for flight on its launch pad. Willow could just
imagine the comments Xander would have made.
Giles was unwilling to leave McGee alone, so he and the former Watcher
sat quietly on one bench within the roomy carriage while Tara and
Willow sat on the opposite bench tightly holding the crystal stable.
Buffy had insisted on riding Jackpot so by default that left Spike to
drive the carriage. Sitting high atop the driver’s bench, Spike lifted
the reins and encouraged the team of horses into motion. When the
carriage began to move, Spike winked at Buffy and grinned rakishly.
Buffy grinned in return. She lightly touched Jackpot with her heels and
sedately rode alongside the carriage as it swayed and bumped its way
into the desert.
The sky had already begun to darken by the time they arrived at their
location. Spike stopped the carriage, applied its brake and helped the
witches down while Buffy tied her horse to the back of the carriage.
She patted Jackpot on the head and reached into the carriage for her
sword. Standing up, she looked around at the terrain and nodded with
satisfaction. This is the perfect spot.
The Slayer had chosen to bring everyone out to the deepest, most curved portion of the river.
The witches and the Crystal of Namine were the critical components in
Buffy’s plan. It was paramount that they have a way to send the demons
to the hell dimension. But because they wouldn’t be able to use any
other magicks while around the crystal during or even before the reset,
Tara and Willow could not raise a barrier or even use small personal
spells. The witches would be completely vulnerable to attack, so Buffy
had made their defense her number one goal.
The river would act as an additional barrier. The demons would not be
able to reach the witches from either side or from behind without
expending a great deal of effort and making a lot of noise. Hopefully,
that would cause the demons to attack from the front only.
Spike and Giles were the Slayer’s front defensive line. It would be up
to them to keep the riders away from the witches until the reset was
complete.
Pulling out several lanterns he had brought from town, Spike placed
them in a semi circle just in front of the river bank. Willow and Tara
sat within the lit circle, their backs to the river and the Crystal
between them. Pulling out Teague’s book with the dimensional addresses,
they prepared to begin the chant.
Buffy held up her hand. “Don’t start yet. There’s still one thing that
needs to be done first.” She beckoned to McGee, up until now he had
been standing quietly next to Giles.
He portly exWatcher walked to the Slayer and inquired, “Yes, Ms. Summers?”
Buffy waved at the crystal. “I need you to summon the demons. I want them to come here and away from the town.”
The Watcher took a deep breath and then nodded. “That’s the only thing
that can be done before a dimensional reset. It won’t affect anything
and it will only take a moment.”
Willow had already explained that to Buffy, so she nodded. “Do it.”
McGee walked over and ran his hand lightly down the crystal and
muttered an incantation. Now his fate was entwined with theirs
completely and all he could do was wait and hope the Slayer achieved
her goal.
The crystal glowed briefly and then went dark. McGee swallowed hard,
nodded at the Slayer and spoke. “It’s done Ms. Summers, they should be
here shortly.”
Buffy gripped the hilt of her sword, walked past Giles and Spike and
continued forward until she was several yards ahead of them. This was
the part of the plan that had both men so uneasy.
Buffy planned to take on the black rider alone. She hoped that if she
could stall or hopefully kill their leader, the other riders would be
easier to force through the portal.
It was a calculated risk, but one she thought worth taking. Buffy only
hoped that when the rider offered his brand of death again, she could
hold out. Deep down inside, the Slayer had admitted to herself that
there was a strong possibility she would accept again, or be forced to
choose death. But if she couldn’t kill the riders except through dying,
it would be an honorable death. A fair trade, one Slayer for all the
people of this world and her own.
The orange harvest moon came out from behind the cloudbank and cast everything around Buffy in bright vivid relief.
The Slayer gripped her sword tightly and listened. It felt to her as if
everything had begun to unwind in slow motion while making her
hypersensitive to every nuance around her.
The desert wind blowing, the reeds swaying, the river lapping at its
bank. The witches murmuring their slow and rhythmic chant. Giles
notching his bow. The snick of Spike’s lighter. Her own strong and
steady heart beat.
And from deep out in the desert, the drumming cadence of hoof beats.
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