Oh, poor, dear La....
You might have to go on that ride again after this... It's not a haunted house, but it isn't a carousel either. Also, there are no puppets singing and dancing in this update. None. *sigh*
So... jomarch returns in a mere couple of days, and in the meantime I present you with this. Prepare to get the heebie jeebies.
Spoiler Warning - It has some spoilers up to Normal Again and you may
want to read my previous story as it is set in the same universe. If
you don't want to, it's ok too. Just realize that Willow is in a
wheelchair and this would be set around two and a half years from start
of current US season.
Feedback - Good God! Yes, please.
Disclaimer - All characters, names etc belong to ME. I am just
borrowing them for this short while in order to make them do what I
want for a change instead of waiting to see what happens every Tuesday.
Rating - PG
Title : Left Of Center
Chapter 5
’Why do we always have to end up here?’ Buffy thought to herself as
she wrapped her arms around her middle. She was cold… So cold and so tired. Tired of this - of always worrying about a loved one, of always
coming to the hospital. What did God want from her? Why did she have
to…
"Buffy," Giles called out softly. He did not want to wake the others
up. Well, Xander and Anya anyway. Willow and Tara were not going to
sleep anytime soon. They looked shell-shocked. Tara had a mild
concussion and couldn’t fall asleep, and Willow…. ‘My God…’ He thought to
himself. They looked like they were carrying the weight of the world on their
shoulders.
"Buffy," he called out again. "The doctor said he would come and find us. Why don't you take a seat? There's.."
"..Nothing I can do," Buffy hissed. "Don't you think I know that? But
that's my sister in there, Giles! My little sister!" Her knuckles were
almost white as she clenched her fists and moved to a fighting stance. She wanted to hit
someone… Anyone… Anything.
So Giles did the one thing he could. He shouted at her. “…And she's my
daughter in all senses of the word, Buffy! …And so are you," he finished
softly as he grabbed her into a hug.
Buffy couldn’t cry anymore. Not because she didn’t have any tears
left, but because crying now meant giving up, and she wouldn’t give up.
After she had checked for a pulse, she had screamed for someone to call the ambulance. Tara was just coming to, and despite not
wanting to leave her side, Willow had complied. She could hear Willow giving the operator the address
in a tear-laden voice. The pitch of
Willow's voice sounded so familiar… It was then that it dawned on
Buffy that it sounded like her own voice - her words when she had called
for the ambulance for her mother. The picture Xander and Anya had
given her still lay by the side of the table. Dawn's and her mom's
smiling faces looked back at her - static dea…. ‘No. Not Dawn,’ her
mind echoed, it can't happen to Dawn as well!’
The ambulance ride was still fresh in her mind. Dawn looked so pale,
so small. Despite being taller than Buffy, she had looked so much
smaller, then - her little sister.
The emergency room was relatively quiet that night, and for that she was
relieved. It meant more hospital staff could work on her sister - her
little Dawn. As soon as they entered the doors, there was a flurry of
activity surrounding Dawn's gurney. A young intern began asking
questions, but Buffy couldn’t hear her. She just focused on Dawn's chest,
counting each rise and fall. Up and down - she would always add
another number in anticipation of Dawn's breath out. It was her way of
willing Dawn to breathe.
"Excuse me, Miss? Are you a relative? Are any of you relatives?" The
intern persisted.
Anya cut her off, "We're all family. Dawn - that's her on the gurney.
She got electrocuted by a faulty socket. She’s still breathing
but she's been bleeding from her nose." Xander squeezed her hand. She
could feel his support so she continued, "She also fell, so she may have
a concussion. Our other friend," she continued, indicating Tara who had come in
pushing Willow's chair, "she also fell in a hurry to get to Dawn. You
have to have someone look over her. She may have a concussion as well."
They had taken Dawn upstairs for tests and maybe surgery. She didn't
know. No-one had talked to them since they wheeled Dawn into the
elevator.
Willow looked at her best friend and saw the pain etched on her face.
She knew that she should say something, but what could she say? ‘ Hey, Buffy - Sorry that my ex-dark magic dealer decided to come after
us?’ ‘Sorry that I brought Dawn there in the first place?’ ‘Sorry… I let
him taste me so that he could see us all and how much she means to us?’
’Sorry that he knew she was the key.’ ‘Sorry that we taught her magic in
the first place.’ ‘Sorry that my soul mate's older brother got invited in
and pounded on you.’ ‘Sorry that I couldn't walk as much as run to save
Dawn.’ ‘Sorry…sorry….. sorry…sorry…..sorry…..sorry…..sorry.’
Willow……Willow, sweetie, it's okay to let it out. Please don't keep it
in. Tara sat up, immediately worried about Willow
Sweetie, she sent
out again,
Please answer me. It's going to be ok. The doctors are
working on Dawn. We have to be strong for Buffy and Dawn. "But what if it's not? What if it's not okay?" Willow answered her in a
childlike voice. Tara had thought only she had heard it but as she
looked up, she saw Buffy looking at them as well.
Buff… No, that was the Slayer looking back at them. It wasn't a look of
blame. No... Buffy would never blame them. Tara recognized that look - It
was the look of the hunt and the kill. It was the look that Buffy had had
when she first came back. She was beginning to disassociate herself
again. To just go through the motions. To not feel, and not get hurt.
"Little Bit??" Spike's voice cut through to everyone, even waking Anya
and Xander.
"How's Dawn?" Spike asked insistently.
"H-h-how did you.." Buffy was about to ask when Spike cut her off
"Bloody hell, Slayer, I went to your place and smelled the blood… Her
blood. How's the nibblet?"
"The doctors have taken her up for tests. She hasn't regained
consciousness" Giles’ rusty voice answered.
"What the bloody hell happened? The house is in shambles. I had to
leave Clem there ‘cause the door was open, but I guess you were in a hurry,"
he finished and looked down at his hands. He was still carrying
Buffy's birthday gift. He had bought her a cell phone - or rather, he had
nicked two of them. He wanted to give one to her so that she could
call him when he was needed. He didn’t want to hang around outside
her house or the Magic Box. He had moved on. He was learning to
survive by his own rules.
"What happened?" he asked gently as he placed his hand on hers. But,
Buffy couldn't say, she didn’t want to articulate what had happened.
Maybe if she didn't say it, it would turn out differently. It could all be
a dream, a hallucination - like the mental hospital. This could be
another nightmare.
"It was Rack." Willow replied "My dark magic dealer. He came to the
house tonight with Donny"
"Donny?" Spike looked perplexed. He couldn't quite place the name, but
it sounded familiar.
"He was my brother, Spike" Tara continued "Now, he's a v-vampire. He
came to our house and I invited him in." She looked at Buffy as she said
that. She wanted the Slayer to look at her - to place some blame on
her. She deserved it. Donny was her brother. He knew them
through her, and he got invited in because of her.
"No." Buffy shook her head, instinctively knowing what Tara was
thinking. "We can't go through the blame game. Not again. I just want
to get them. I need to go after them." she looked at Giles and Spike,
willing them to agree with her - To support her.
"Donny was using a difficult spell, Buffy. That means he knows magic…
powerful magic - A vampire warlock. It's not unheard of, but I am at a
loss as to what we can do at this minute, or how you can fight him"
Giles answered her.
"We can go to Rack's lair, then," Buffy countered. "Spike can find it. He
has before. We can go, and I can ….I can…” She didn’t know how to
finish the sentence.
"I don't think he'll be there, Buffy. I think they planned this. They
knew we would all be at the house tonight - unguarded, celebrating. We
need to know more about them" Giles stressed.
"Well, isn't this where someone suggests research? All the big magic
books, and tomes and prophecies? There must be information about how to
deal with a vampire who knows magic and a dark magic dealer." Anya
looked around, knowing she was right, but not liking the fact that she
had to point it out to everyone. It meant they weren’t thinking
straight and that, she knew, could get people killed. People she
loved. She had to give directions… Had to do something…
"Excuse me, Miss Summers?" the doctor queried.
"Yes," Buffy answered immediately. "How is she? How is my sister?"
"She's still not waking up, but we feel that's because she's had a huge
shock to her system. She was hypotensive and her heart was in
bradycardia. Listen, I know we asked before, but are you sure your
sister was electrocuted? He symptoms are more akin to a drug
overdose. She's only seventeen. We can help her if we know what's
wrong. We need the truth" he looked around expectantly.
"She may have taken some methadone," Willow answered softly. "I don't
think she knew what would happen. I think she got it from school. She
asked me about it earlier today," Willow lied. "But I didn't…I didn't
realize she had it with her, or that she would try taking it."
"Ok, then." The doctor seemed more satisfied with the answer. “I think
we can help your sister better. You can see her in a few minutes if
you want. I'm going to work on her medication chart. Now, I'm not
going to ask how or why, but…. Well, your sister was lucky this time but
you should know better. Someone should have caught it sooner. Don't be that lax again," he looked at Willow.
How did you know? How did you know what to say? Tara asked.
I needed to know what I had done to myself. After I’d decided never to
go back, I went to read up on the high. Most of the magic books said
that dealers like that, they could provide a high similar to taking
heroin. Methadone is used to wean people off heroin. It should work
here. Willow didn’t want to think about what would happen if it didn't. She hoped she
had done the right thing.
The Scooby gang once again settled down and waited to see Dawn. At
least she was alive. For that they were grateful.