Title:
All That Heaven Will Allow
Chapter
Title: Prologue- Roaming The Underground
Author:
Restive Nature
Disclaimer:
I do not own the rights
to BtVS. They belong to Whedon & Mutant Enemy. I also do not own
the rights to Charmed. They belong to the WB. No infringement is
intended and this fiction is for private enjoyment only.
Rating:
PG-13
Genre:
Crossover
Type:
Angst, Action, Humor
Pairing:
canon pairings in both shows
Summary:
Slayer dreams and Whitelighter-Witch hybrid powers collide when the
veil between worlds come close to collapsing. Can baby Wyatt survive
life on the Hellmouth?
Spoilers/
Time line: Season 4 (after “Harsh Light Of Day”) of Buffy and
Season 6 (after “Forget Me... Not”) Of Charmed.
Feedback:
Always welcome!
Distribution:
Ask first please.
A/N:
This was one of my contributions started for NaNoWriMo 2012. The
story was by no means completed in that month and I am looking
forward to continuing it.
A/N2:
There is a definite time difference between these two worlds and the
seasons that I am using. This will hopefully, be explained within the
fiction itself.
All That
Heaven Will Allow
Prologue
Roaming
The Underground
Buffy
had that sense. The one where you knew you were dreaming. And it was
an interesting dream. But fairly standard for dreaming a dream of the
non slayer type person. Unfortunately, she had also come to realize,
that those moments where she knew that she was dreaming? Those were
the dreams that became something more. More, because she was a Slayer
and she had started an important albeit unrealized until now,
journey. She was learning to tap into some of her more esoteric
powers. Dream listening, deep listening, were some of those powers.
Or maybe just what she called them deep in her own psyche. That's
what you got when you put the Slayer in psych class.
In
a way, she had always had the deep listening. Or perhaps it wasn't
listening. But it was some sense of when Vampires and other demons
were around her, as contrasted by normal everyday people. And the
dreams too. That was one of the clues as to how she had had it
confirmed that she was indeed a Slayer. She'd been having dreams of
past Slayer's battles before she'd ever met Merrick, her first
Watcher, back in Los Angeles.
And
now dream listening, the power to sort of wake yourself up in the
dream you were in and say to yourself, 'pay attention' because
'this is important'.
But
she must have been getting better at it, she decided, as she was
walking down an eerily quiet hallway. She recognized it as part of
the college campus she attended at UC Sunnydale. It led to her World
History class. She entered the room and took her seat, only to find
that it was a test day. Taking tests was hardly monumental in the
world of the Slayer. The time passing too quickly and having her
pencil break was a little more familiar to her usual stress produced
dreams.
Strangely
though, Buffy could see and dedicate to memory, every step perfectly
as she rose from her seat, moved down to the pencil sharpener, and
with another student ahead of her, glanced at the swiftly moving
clock once more. The other student turned, her sleeve snagging on the
ragged point of Buffy's pencil, tearing her clothes. And then the
dream shifted, so swiftly, startling Buffy momentarily.
The
new place she was in was much more familiar, over and above the
classrooms on the college campus. The caverns, twisting paths, caves
and she knew, with a chill running up her spine, that she was
somewhere within the Hellmouth itself. Wary, watchful, Buffy waited,
sensing something coming in the dream and was very startled to see a
baby appear on the floor of the cave she stood in. She tilted her
head, puzzled when the child noticed her and lifted one hand from its
position at it's side. Almost like it was reaching for her. The child
cried out and a dark form appeared between them. It crouched over the
child menacingly and even as Buffy cried out a warning, a haze of
swirling lights surrounded the child. And then it disappeared.
She
did as well, feeling like something was yanking her body in total.
Not like a pull in just one part, like an arm or her middle. Like
someone yanking on her to get her attention, this felt different from
those. She ended up in a new section, but still, she was sure, in the
Hellmouth. And then the child appeared once more. The swirling lights
were her only clue before it fully formed on the floor of the cavern.
The child lifted its hand once more and when Buffy took a step closer
to it, the infant smiled.
And
then she was gone, back to the world of light, above. Disorienting
slightly, but she recovered quickly in the dream. She was sitting in
Giles' apartment, watching as a tea cup's handle cracked, the cup
breaking away to spill all over her lap, burning her knee with hot
liquid. Even as she gasped at the anticipation of the burn, she moved
or was moved again. This time she was with Xander, on the streets of
Sunnydale, about to walk across the street, talking to her friend,
when Xander suddenly yanked her back and a car horn honked at her as
it sped by.
And
then she was back in her dorm room, Willow dashing in to gather up
candles and herbs and other magical mentions that denoted some sort
of spell casting awaiting her words. Instead of watching, or helping,
Buffy slowly turned, glancing up to see a clock on the wall. But they
didn't have a clock on their wall. She made sure to note the time,
but was unsure if it was day or night time. She glanced to her right,
looking out the window to see that night had fallen.
And
it was then that she heard the first words truly spoken in her dream,
though she knew that words and conversation had been there. Voices
overlapped upon each other, but they were all the same things being
said. Men and women, all calling for the same.
'Wyatt?
Wyatt baby? Oh God! Wyatt? Where's Wyatt!”
Chapter One- Today, Of All Days
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