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Title: Hell Can Be Anywhere (2/6)
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snogged and idioticonion
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1411
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con. This chapter: FRT-13/PG-13
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We chose to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.
Previous Chapters
It's the phone call that disturbs her, sending a wriggle of worry through her gut. Angelus is on the loose, and not even in the sunny state of California anymore. Which is probably good for him, since well, vampire...
He's probably found some place where it's cloudy and rainy all day and he can kill and torture people 24/7.
Willow's breath catches in her throat, head feeling dizzy from the thought. The last time she took down Angelus, she couldn’t even be in the same room with him. Couldn’t see the glow in his eyes as the soul returned. But she’s better than that now, bigger than that…
She’s a bona-fide Slayerette, and a Wicca with skills comparable to a superhero. Another bonus: she still has the disc in her possession. The disc that held a spell she had spent years reviewing, and revamping. She was good at it now, barely even needed most of the ingredients because of the intense magical power coursing through her veins. She could probably even do it without backup if she needed too…if she was careful enough.
But first things first: tracking spells.
***
Well that's weird.
Marshall could have sworn that Ted was standing at the bar a moment before. He'd been distracted by one of Barney's ridiculous rules and then Robin had knocked over their pitcher of beer in an attempt to demonstrate the correct way to hit a hockey puck, and when Marshall turned around Ted was just gone. Thing is, they'd have seen Ted if he'd walked passed them on his way to the restroom. Where could he have gone?
Marshall sits up straight. "Hey, where's Ted gone?" he asks no one in particular.
"Dude!" Barney says, exasperatedly. "Are you even listening to me? I was just gonna-"
Marshall gets to his feet and wanders vaguely over to the bar, leaving Barney and Robin's protests behind. He looks around, but he can't see Ted anywhere.
***
The red dust scatters over the carpeting and she can see the result as clear as day.
New York?
Angelus has gone to New York? The city that never sleeps?
She glances around the room and starts collecting a few things to shove in her bag. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to take a brief vacation from the current craziness of Slayer headquarters, and she could always use an excuse to practice that new flight spell she's been working on...
***
Marshall makes his way through the packed crowd to the door, taking the steps two at a time to the street level above. He looks both ways up the street. No Ted.
Then he goes up into Ted's building and runs all the way up, getting out his cell phone and calling his friend. It's weird. He's sure he's totally over-reacting but at the same time…
Ted doesn't pick up. It goes to voice mail and he calls Lily instead. Her phone is still ringing when Marshall lets himself into Ted's apartment.
"Hey buddy?" He calls out loudly. Lily doesn’t answer either. Damn parent's evenings! If Lily were here, she'd convince him he was being stupid. Ted must have been sitting with a girl at another table, that's all.
Marshall taps his cell against his chin, musingly.
Weird.
***
Willow lands with a hard thump, hitting a haphazard mound of garbage bags outside of an apartment complex.
As she struggles to her feet, she grimaces at the smell of booze, stale cigarettes, and burnt grease from the bottom of a deep fryer. "Lesson one of flying...perfect the landing."
But the rocky flight pattern is quickly replaced by the celebratory thought that she made it. That something actually worked right for her.
Except for the fact that she hadn't ask Buffy to come with her and going Slayer-less with an Angelus on the loose is a really terrible idea. Really, really terrible. So on second thought…
“Crap,” Willow mutters, scrambling to work away out of the stink pile, and finding herself caught in an almost comedic loop of falling every time her feet catch on one of the slippery bags.
Marshall is just coming down the steps from Ted's place when he hears a commotion and a girl's voice, cursing. He quickly hurries over to help.
"Lily!" He shouts, involuntarily. He rushes over to help his wife… and then he realises. It's not Lily.
She's amazingly similar looking, to be fair. They could be sisters. But this girl is slightly younger, and she has red hair, longer than Lily's was at that age. Plus, she's got a fierce, confident look in her eye that Lily's never had. She's a little scary.
"Hey?" He says, uncertainly. "You need some help there?"
There's a tall man talking to her. A tall mountain-esque man with eyes that are soft...soft like Xander's or Tara's. There's something about him that seems...nice. This, of course, makes her spider senses tingle.
"Are you gonna bite me?"
It's a move that makes her want to smack her forehead. She shouldn't be asking questions like that. Vampires aren't known for being honest. Plus, she hates that she hasn’t been able to find her footing on the slippery bags yet, that she hasn’t pulled herself up from her bootstraps. Buffy would have been out of this in no time, and this guy would be flat on his back in ten seconds.
He stares down at her for a second, and then he laughs boyishly. "Nah! I mean, no! Wow, no. Totally not. Totally no biting. Noooo biting. No biting anywhere around here!" He realises he's babbling, arm still outstretched, waiting for her to take it.
"Looks like you took quite a fall, lady? You okay there? There's a bar right here, you could get yourself cleaned up?"
He wants to say that she should come up to the apartment but that sounds took much like a come on. Does it? Doesn't it? He's been married for too long, and in a relationship for too long before that, that he has no idea if that sounds like a come-on or not. All he sees is a young girl sprawled on the ground, looking incredibly unhappy about her surroundings.
"Hey, it's okay. It's really okay. Look, you want me to go get someone else?"
Willow looks up at him and lets a smile ghost the corners of her lips. There's no way this guy could be a demon. He's a fellow babbler and therefore deserves the benefit of the doubt.
"How about a hand?"
He offers his palm and she takes it, trying to ignore the tiny tingle that shoots through her as their skin connects. She's in a relationship. Happily in a relationship, even. With a wonderful, wonderful girl...who has absolutely no boy parts because Willow doesn't do the boy parts thing anymore...right?
"And cleaning up would be good. Because walking around smelling like a dumpster does not sound like a fun day at the office. Not that I haven’t walked around smelling like worse…”
She clams up quickly, realising that she almost dropped the ‘demon’ word in front of a person she’s never met, who probably doesn’t know a thing about the things that go bump in the night.
"Erm...yeah...so what do you do in New York?"
She springs to her feet, light as a feather, and then she's talking and talking about some chicks with outlandish names and he blinks at her, surprised by the stream of words.
"Hey! Oh-kay... You wanna come down into the bar?" He looks into her eyes. Does she have the crazy eyes? He's never been good at picking that up. Maybe he should ask Ted or Barney? But Ted... that's a good point. "Although actually I was out here looking for my Bro. But maybe he's inside the bar now so let's go and look. Inside the bar, I mean." He tries to smile.
Maybe he's got the crazy eyes?
But this girl seems to trust him. "Hey, I'm Marshall by the way." He says.
"Hi Marshall," she chirps, brightly. "I'm Willow. And I'd love to help you find your brother. I'm pretty good at finding people really."
...with a little bit of magic at least, she adds silently to herself.
"And maybe you can help me find someone I'm looking for too. He's not family though." She shivers at the thought. Angelus tried to make her family once. And it was not a pleasant experience to be pressed against a sadistic killer. In fact, she wasn't really looking forward to doing that again. But she is Willow, soul-putter-backer extraordinaire.
Part 3
Title: Hell Can Be Anywhere (2/6)
Author:
snogged and idioticonionDisclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1411
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con. This chapter: FRT-13/PG-13
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:
rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We chose to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.Previous Chapters
It's the phone call that disturbs her, sending a wriggle of worry through her gut. Angelus is on the loose, and not even in the sunny state of California anymore. Which is probably good for him, since well, vampire...
He's probably found some place where it's cloudy and rainy all day and he can kill and torture people 24/7.
Willow's breath catches in her throat, head feeling dizzy from the thought. The last time she took down Angelus, she couldn’t even be in the same room with him. Couldn’t see the glow in his eyes as the soul returned. But she’s better than that now, bigger than that…
She’s a bona-fide Slayerette, and a Wicca with skills comparable to a superhero. Another bonus: she still has the disc in her possession. The disc that held a spell she had spent years reviewing, and revamping. She was good at it now, barely even needed most of the ingredients because of the intense magical power coursing through her veins. She could probably even do it without backup if she needed too…if she was careful enough.
But first things first: tracking spells.
***
Well that's weird.
Marshall could have sworn that Ted was standing at the bar a moment before. He'd been distracted by one of Barney's ridiculous rules and then Robin had knocked over their pitcher of beer in an attempt to demonstrate the correct way to hit a hockey puck, and when Marshall turned around Ted was just gone. Thing is, they'd have seen Ted if he'd walked passed them on his way to the restroom. Where could he have gone?
Marshall sits up straight. "Hey, where's Ted gone?" he asks no one in particular.
"Dude!" Barney says, exasperatedly. "Are you even listening to me? I was just gonna-"
Marshall gets to his feet and wanders vaguely over to the bar, leaving Barney and Robin's protests behind. He looks around, but he can't see Ted anywhere.
***
The red dust scatters over the carpeting and she can see the result as clear as day.
New York?
Angelus has gone to New York? The city that never sleeps?
She glances around the room and starts collecting a few things to shove in her bag. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to take a brief vacation from the current craziness of Slayer headquarters, and she could always use an excuse to practice that new flight spell she's been working on...
***
Marshall makes his way through the packed crowd to the door, taking the steps two at a time to the street level above. He looks both ways up the street. No Ted.
Then he goes up into Ted's building and runs all the way up, getting out his cell phone and calling his friend. It's weird. He's sure he's totally over-reacting but at the same time…
Ted doesn't pick up. It goes to voice mail and he calls Lily instead. Her phone is still ringing when Marshall lets himself into Ted's apartment.
"Hey buddy?" He calls out loudly. Lily doesn’t answer either. Damn parent's evenings! If Lily were here, she'd convince him he was being stupid. Ted must have been sitting with a girl at another table, that's all.
Marshall taps his cell against his chin, musingly.
Weird.
***
Willow lands with a hard thump, hitting a haphazard mound of garbage bags outside of an apartment complex.
As she struggles to her feet, she grimaces at the smell of booze, stale cigarettes, and burnt grease from the bottom of a deep fryer. "Lesson one of flying...perfect the landing."
But the rocky flight pattern is quickly replaced by the celebratory thought that she made it. That something actually worked right for her.
Except for the fact that she hadn't ask Buffy to come with her and going Slayer-less with an Angelus on the loose is a really terrible idea. Really, really terrible. So on second thought…
“Crap,” Willow mutters, scrambling to work away out of the stink pile, and finding herself caught in an almost comedic loop of falling every time her feet catch on one of the slippery bags.
Marshall is just coming down the steps from Ted's place when he hears a commotion and a girl's voice, cursing. He quickly hurries over to help.
"Lily!" He shouts, involuntarily. He rushes over to help his wife… and then he realises. It's not Lily.
She's amazingly similar looking, to be fair. They could be sisters. But this girl is slightly younger, and she has red hair, longer than Lily's was at that age. Plus, she's got a fierce, confident look in her eye that Lily's never had. She's a little scary.
"Hey?" He says, uncertainly. "You need some help there?"
There's a tall man talking to her. A tall mountain-esque man with eyes that are soft...soft like Xander's or Tara's. There's something about him that seems...nice. This, of course, makes her spider senses tingle.
"Are you gonna bite me?"
It's a move that makes her want to smack her forehead. She shouldn't be asking questions like that. Vampires aren't known for being honest. Plus, she hates that she hasn’t been able to find her footing on the slippery bags yet, that she hasn’t pulled herself up from her bootstraps. Buffy would have been out of this in no time, and this guy would be flat on his back in ten seconds.
He stares down at her for a second, and then he laughs boyishly. "Nah! I mean, no! Wow, no. Totally not. Totally no biting. Noooo biting. No biting anywhere around here!" He realises he's babbling, arm still outstretched, waiting for her to take it.
"Looks like you took quite a fall, lady? You okay there? There's a bar right here, you could get yourself cleaned up?"
He wants to say that she should come up to the apartment but that sounds took much like a come on. Does it? Doesn't it? He's been married for too long, and in a relationship for too long before that, that he has no idea if that sounds like a come-on or not. All he sees is a young girl sprawled on the ground, looking incredibly unhappy about her surroundings.
"Hey, it's okay. It's really okay. Look, you want me to go get someone else?"
Willow looks up at him and lets a smile ghost the corners of her lips. There's no way this guy could be a demon. He's a fellow babbler and therefore deserves the benefit of the doubt.
"How about a hand?"
He offers his palm and she takes it, trying to ignore the tiny tingle that shoots through her as their skin connects. She's in a relationship. Happily in a relationship, even. With a wonderful, wonderful girl...who has absolutely no boy parts because Willow doesn't do the boy parts thing anymore...right?
"And cleaning up would be good. Because walking around smelling like a dumpster does not sound like a fun day at the office. Not that I haven’t walked around smelling like worse…”
She clams up quickly, realising that she almost dropped the ‘demon’ word in front of a person she’s never met, who probably doesn’t know a thing about the things that go bump in the night.
"Erm...yeah...so what do you do in New York?"
She springs to her feet, light as a feather, and then she's talking and talking about some chicks with outlandish names and he blinks at her, surprised by the stream of words.
"Hey! Oh-kay... You wanna come down into the bar?" He looks into her eyes. Does she have the crazy eyes? He's never been good at picking that up. Maybe he should ask Ted or Barney? But Ted... that's a good point. "Although actually I was out here looking for my Bro. But maybe he's inside the bar now so let's go and look. Inside the bar, I mean." He tries to smile.
Maybe he's got the crazy eyes?
But this girl seems to trust him. "Hey, I'm Marshall by the way." He says.
"Hi Marshall," she chirps, brightly. "I'm Willow. And I'd love to help you find your brother. I'm pretty good at finding people really."
...with a little bit of magic at least, she adds silently to herself.
"And maybe you can help me find someone I'm looking for too. He's not family though." She shivers at the thought. Angelus tried to make her family once. And it was not a pleasant experience to be pressed against a sadistic killer. In fact, she wasn't really looking forward to doing that again. But she is Willow, soul-putter-backer extraordinaire.
Part 3
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