A/N: Okay, people, this is hopefully better than the first attempt I made.... Which, by the way, is deleted. You all wanted it, you should've reviewed. Which, hey, review NOW please. Also, crossover is minor, and w/a world of my friend's creating. The "other" characters (these first three, anyway) are not mine anymore than those of AtS and BtVS. I'm just mixing both worlds to reign down chaos. AtS and BtVS are belongings of Joss, and the minor crossover characters are belongings of the psychopath that is my friend.
*2006*
“What the hell did you do?” The irate girl glared at him. Onetime friend and all that—none of it mattered to her now. If she was right, the son of a bitch had just succeeded in killing off all of her friends. Their school was a pile of ash; someone had planted a bomb. The students and others hadn’t been prepared; nobody knew where they were. None of the students and teachers were believed to have survived, according to officials. Only the absentees were still alive. And as far as they knew, the only absentees were herself and…. And him, this scumbag that was standing here beside her.
They loved the cold, she knew, but today she wanted to be wrapped up in her fleece coat. She stood, hugging herself. He resisted the urge to look at her, to comfort her, to try and make it better. He knew, better than anyone, how pissed off she would really get if he tried to. He also knew, better than almost anyone, what would happen if he pissed her off. In her present state, she’d probably try to kick his ass. She’d probably be successful, too.
“I didn’t do it,” he told her. “My friends were in there too, you know. I didn’t want them dead.”
“Why should I believe you?” she hissed. He knew why this was so hard on her; she’d started drifting away from him a few months ago. She had returned to one of her old friends. He had no idea why she would do a thing like that, since the guy had virtually abandoned her four years earlier. But she wanted it, so he let her go. And now that the guy was dead, just before they had started to become friends again, she was even more bitter about it than she would’ve been to begin with. He really did understand that, especially since his friends had died too. And he understood why she blamed him.
“I don’t know. You never did trust me,” he said to her.
“And I guess I was right.” She stared at the dust for a moment longer. The building, not too big to begin with, was completely wrecked.
*2002*
Cordelia sat up in her bed with a start. “Just a thought? You guys could do really effective wake-up calls. Dream visions. Think about it,” she yelled in general to the ceiling—well, the Powers-That-Be-Very-Annoying.
She tried to think back on the dream. Two bitter people—a girl and a boy; about seniors or something like that in high school. Then, seeing them again, older. The girl killing the boy accidentally. Seeking redemption, but doing it all wrong. The girl bitter for life, and the boy dead. So not a fitting fate for two of the warriors of light.
Where was the high school? When was this going to happen? She couldn’t remember. The high school was demolished, so it was kind of hard to tell. She remembered seeing a board out in front. Messages on it, “WE MOURN THE LOSS OF OUR STUDENTS” on both sides. And then, in the center, was the name of the school. “Acmolo.” She said it out loud as she thought of it. Then she frowned. That didn’t sound like any high school she knew of—not that she knew too many high schools. But still, it didn’t sound like a town she knew of either.
She’d take it to Angel in the morning. She lay back down in the bed. Dennis pulled the covers back over her, trying to make sure that she’d at least be warm, even if the wake-up call from hell came back. She smiled, somewhere, not quite sure on where he was specifically.
“Thanks, Dennis.” She settled back in, going back to sleep.
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“Acmolo? I’ve heard of it,” said Wesley. “It’s a public school, just a little outside of state lines. Although I don’t know how exactly you plan on pulling these two students out of school, nor preventing one of them from blowing it up in the future. The bomb may already be there,” he reminded her.
“Um, probably not,” said Fred. They all turned around, still not used to having her talk. She almost-blushed, smiling sheepishly. “It’s just that, their website, it says that they’re rebuilding the high school. They’re all at a temp spot right now. You said it looked like a big building, so it’s probably going to be this one.”
They were all still silent.
“Does… Does that help at all?” she asked, looking around.
“Yes, it was great,” Wes told her. “Excellent.”
“Yeah, Fred. You’re good with the computer." Gunn looked at her in admiration. He was better than Angel with all things electric--who wasn't?--but he still wasn't great.
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