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Because I feel like being odd.
This is for Alicia Mc, just 'cause. And I'll do the cut tag in a moment.
I asked Ali one night about how time is affected in Shadowlands. She got very... bouncy? That might be the word. And chattered at me for a bit. Which was good, because I'd had ideas for it before. And what she said sort of fit.
Anyway. I liked the idea of shattered time as well as space.
She'd been here before.
--
"Faith!" Meggan pounced the weary young woman happily. "You're back. We missed you."
With a chuckle, the brunette hugged the small blonde child. "I know, sweetie. But we were searching for... people. Besides, I promised, didn't I?"
Buffy. Ethan. Her Ethan. The man who'd taught her so much, kept her alive, and let her be herself. Even when the Council had come after them, he'd stood up for her. In the end, it hadn't mattered. He was dead.
They all were.
"Don't be sad." Meggan whispered, "You're home."
"Yes. Home."
--
The Otherworld gleamed in the early morning light. The tower rose majestically into the sky, the white spire shattering any conventions about existance as it spun ever upwards filligreed and beautiful to behold. Roma studied the world in all its glory from the top of the spire. It was sad, really, to think of the days to come. The cracks and fissures that would mar the smooth finish.
Anyone else might have wept in bitterness, but Roma was the of the Omniverse, and she had no time for tears.
"M'lady?"
She turned to the page and smiled sadly, "I know."
"Your presence--oh. My pardon." The page bowed lower and backed towards the stairs.
With a last look at the grounds below, she followed him, knowing it would be the last time she would view them as they were.
--
Fire burned the green of the forest, turning it to dark and ash in minutes. They could only watch in horror as the telekinetics attempted to smother the flames. But they were rising too fast, like a tide against the night sky of the Otherworld, they swamped the decaying tower in blood.
--
"Meggan, you can't come with us." Faith attempted to dislodge the child from around her knees, her lips twitching.
"But I want to."
"You'll be just fine here. Don't you want to watch over Jean, and play with the baby?"
"Rachel's asleep." Meggan pouted, "You never take me anywhere."
"You know we can't, sweetie." She knelt and hugged the little girl. "We'll be back, though."
"Always?"
"Always."
--
"Lords and Ladies of the Otherworld, I'm sorry. But there is nothing to halt the coming breaking." Roma bowed her head, "Even now it races towards us, fulfilling its own ends."
"Time has no meaning, Roma."
She glanced at the silver-blonde hair of Saturnyne. "But it does."
--
They were weary, broken and bruised. Some were bloody, others burnt badly. The telekinetics had suffered the most, many of them falling into a sort of shocked sleep from overuse of their powers.
But the forest was gone.
Faith carefully set Meggan down, the child finally quiet, her burns slathered in home-made cream. She had been hurt and scared by the emotions running around them, and had fallen into hysterics. Even Jean Grey was unable to shield the empathic child adequately.
The forest was gone.
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears of exhaustion and sadness. They had warned Pyro...
--
"Willow!"
"Faith?"
"Hi."
"So, they let you out of jail."
"Jail?"
"Yeah, you--wait. A different you." Willow shrugged her shoulders, "Anyway. Hi."
"Willow, do you know why I'm here?"
"To kill me?"
"No." Faith sighed, "They're all dead."
--
She had been here before. The Otherworld, its forests littered with half-shards of universes. Dotting the landscape with patches of shimmer.
--
's all I got, so far. Hrm.
This is for Alicia Mc, just 'cause. And I'll do the cut tag in a moment.
I asked Ali one night about how time is affected in Shadowlands. She got very... bouncy? That might be the word. And chattered at me for a bit. Which was good, because I'd had ideas for it before. And what she said sort of fit.
Anyway. I liked the idea of shattered time as well as space.
She'd been here before.
--
"Faith!" Meggan pounced the weary young woman happily. "You're back. We missed you."
With a chuckle, the brunette hugged the small blonde child. "I know, sweetie. But we were searching for... people. Besides, I promised, didn't I?"
Buffy. Ethan. Her Ethan. The man who'd taught her so much, kept her alive, and let her be herself. Even when the Council had come after them, he'd stood up for her. In the end, it hadn't mattered. He was dead.
They all were.
"Don't be sad." Meggan whispered, "You're home."
"Yes. Home."
--
The Otherworld gleamed in the early morning light. The tower rose majestically into the sky, the white spire shattering any conventions about existance as it spun ever upwards filligreed and beautiful to behold. Roma studied the world in all its glory from the top of the spire. It was sad, really, to think of the days to come. The cracks and fissures that would mar the smooth finish.
Anyone else might have wept in bitterness, but Roma was the of the Omniverse, and she had no time for tears.
"M'lady?"
She turned to the page and smiled sadly, "I know."
"Your presence--oh. My pardon." The page bowed lower and backed towards the stairs.
With a last look at the grounds below, she followed him, knowing it would be the last time she would view them as they were.
--
Fire burned the green of the forest, turning it to dark and ash in minutes. They could only watch in horror as the telekinetics attempted to smother the flames. But they were rising too fast, like a tide against the night sky of the Otherworld, they swamped the decaying tower in blood.
--
"Meggan, you can't come with us." Faith attempted to dislodge the child from around her knees, her lips twitching.
"But I want to."
"You'll be just fine here. Don't you want to watch over Jean, and play with the baby?"
"Rachel's asleep." Meggan pouted, "You never take me anywhere."
"You know we can't, sweetie." She knelt and hugged the little girl. "We'll be back, though."
"Always?"
"Always."
--
"Lords and Ladies of the Otherworld, I'm sorry. But there is nothing to halt the coming breaking." Roma bowed her head, "Even now it races towards us, fulfilling its own ends."
"Time has no meaning, Roma."
She glanced at the silver-blonde hair of Saturnyne. "But it does."
--
They were weary, broken and bruised. Some were bloody, others burnt badly. The telekinetics had suffered the most, many of them falling into a sort of shocked sleep from overuse of their powers.
But the forest was gone.
Faith carefully set Meggan down, the child finally quiet, her burns slathered in home-made cream. She had been hurt and scared by the emotions running around them, and had fallen into hysterics. Even Jean Grey was unable to shield the empathic child adequately.
The forest was gone.
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears of exhaustion and sadness. They had warned Pyro...
--
"Willow!"
"Faith?"
"Hi."
"So, they let you out of jail."
"Jail?"
"Yeah, you--wait. A different you." Willow shrugged her shoulders, "Anyway. Hi."
"Willow, do you know why I'm here?"
"To kill me?"
"No." Faith sighed, "They're all dead."
--
She had been here before. The Otherworld, its forests littered with half-shards of universes. Dotting the landscape with patches of shimmer.
--
's all I got, so far. Hrm.