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At Destiny's End

Feb 16, 2008 22:38

Who: Jo, Dawn, Avery, and Wesley
Where: Wes' new house
What: Jo, Dawn, and Avery arrive at Wes' place, hoping that Wesley can help Jo with her mystical problem.
When: Evening, after talking to Buffy and Spike

( And I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no more... )

dawn summers, jo reid, wesley wyndam-pryce, cordelia chase

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dawning_bright March 1 2008, 14:46:58 UTC

Dawn's eyes shifted to Jo after Wes told her to 'spit it out', tilting her head. Her eyes widened at Jo's next words. "Looks like you're going to get a preview." Dawn set her tea down quickly, jumping up-she remembered what happened the last time this had occurred. Earlier that day, actually.

Moving over, she reached her new friend just after she fell, and checked the back of her head for blood, then looked at Wes, trying to talk over the screaming. "Something like this happened earlier-I think she's having visions or something..." She bit her lip. Now Wes would know why she had brought Jo to him-because he and Cordy were the only ones she knew of who might know how to help Jo.

"What do we do?"

watcher_pryce March 1 2008, 15:23:54 UTC

Afterward, Wesley figured it had been the years he'd spend catching Cordelia in similar situations. He was out of his chair right after he felt the shift in the air. Research had learned him that visions like these were magically induced. Not magically *gained* but laced with magic. Which made it easier for people who were inclined or talented with magic themselves to feel the slight change before the visions would arrive ( ... )

jo_reid March 1 2008, 23:41:14 UTC

Jo didn't feel herself being moved, didn't feel Wesley's hand in her own. She existed only in her mind, with this deformed man.

The man yelled above her own screaming, each one of his booming words piercing her mind. He said, "I can't leave until you tell them the truth! I can't let this haunt them their entire life! I don't want my wife, my children to think that...I'm not a killer!"

Jo's voice got softened, her body growing tired, "Just please...go. ...You're not real... ...You're not here... Go. Please, leave me alone..."

He continued to yell, "I'm not a killer! They set me up! The fire...there were 20 people in that building. I was just a victim! The person who set the whole thing up is still out there! You have to do something! Families, my family...they need to know!"Jo suddenly sat up, screaming with everything she had, "YOU'RE NOT REAL ( ... )

avery_quinn March 3 2008, 18:57:06 UTC

Candles, candles, candles, candles... he was looking around for something to burn in proxy - who didn't have emergency candles around? They were probably hidden... He would have to think about that later. Wesley gave him his orders, though, and he obeyed. He ducked out of the room, looking for the bathroom.

It didn't take him long, though there was an audible shuffling of pills and bottles and linoleum, followed by a "Gah!". Still, as he made his way around, he poured the glass of water, opening the tap wide. All in all it took him a minute... he'd cleaned up his dropped bottle fiasco, despite the fact that it was a 'bad situation'.

Returning, he knelt down next to Wes and Jo, offering Wes the painkillers and such, guessing she probably wouldn't be up to taking them herself.

"Do you know what's going on? It looks like magic, but..."

dawning_bright March 7 2008, 05:14:08 UTC

Dawn bit her lip, glancing down at Jo, then nodded. "Okay." She stood again, then hurried off, following the sound of a baby crying. When she finally reached the crib, she paused a moment, then stepped in tentatively, smiling a little at the infant. "..Wow, you're the smallest baby I've ever seen." Or the youngest, anyway. He was still crying, so the brunette reached in and very carefully picked him up ( ... )

watcher_pryce March 7 2008, 05:33:49 UTC

Sitting back, Wesley let the vision run it's course. It looked very dramatic to most people he realized. But after spending years with Cordelia - who was even more dramatic if needed - this made very little impression on him. All it did was raise questions. Why this girl, what sort of visions did she have, was she a demon, how long had she been having them, why was she having them...and on and on and on ( ... )

jo_reid March 7 2008, 19:40:38 UTC

As Jo lay on what she realized was a couch, she heard Wesley say something about a vision. Is that what it was, what they were---visions? And if she was having visions, did that mean she wasn't crazy, or was she crazy just because she did have them? And if this man could categorize them as visions, if he understood what they were, did that mean he could cure her ( ... )

avery_quinn March 11 2008, 05:06:00 UTC

His brows were furrowed, arms crossing over his chest. He listened intently, trying to make everything make sense through force - something that never really worked. He didn't really move - he didn't want to make Jo feel any worse about the situation than she quite obviously was. After all... she was going through something insane - seeing ghosts in such a state was bound to be terrible ( ... )

dawning_bright March 14 2008, 22:09:54 UTC

Once Max had begun to drift off to sleep, Dawn gently settled him back into the crib. Tiptoeing out she glanced back once over her shoulder with a smile, then made her way downstairs.

Moving back into where the others were, sky blue eyes glanced around curiously, then centered on Jo as she moved over next to her. "Hey...are you okay?" She looked to Wes. "Have you figured out what's wrong?"

Cathing Avery muttering something, she looked towards him. "If you....what?" Was there something he could do to help her new friend? Could anyone help Jo with this? Dawn hoped so, if anything for the sake of the blonde's sanity.

watcher_pryce March 15 2008, 10:59:56 UTC

Well, they were similar to Cordelia's visions, but not quite the same. Wesley realized that whatever Jo saw had already happened. So the victim in this vision couldn't be helped any longer. It looked as thought the victim or whomever it had been, was *asking* for help. Interesting. The watcher in Wesley was fascinated ( ... )

jo_reid March 16 2008, 04:07:25 UTC

Jo didn't heart Loverboy's ramblings. She forced herself to sit up, hating how tiny and weak she felt laying there, and waited for an answer from Wesley.

"...Sort of like a ghost whisperer."

Part of her felt so relieved when Wesley said that. She wasn't crazy. Smart British Book Guy saw her at her worst, and said she wasn't crazy. She was seeing ghosts, but she wasn't crazy. And, hey, she'd rather be Jennifer Love Hewitt than crazy any day...

And then she realized what he was saying. He wanted her to take these visions, and make them a part of herself, a part of her life. She couldn't do that. She spoke softly, quite a rarity for her, "I can't be...that. I'm...a waitress. I sing in smokey bars at night. That's...that's who I am."

"At any rate, there are some techniques which might help you that I know of. To ease them, not to get rid of them. There is no cure, or magical spell or potent to drink to 'get rid' of them I'm afraid."This time, Jo didn't even bother to try to stop the slight trickle of tears falling down her cheeks. She ( ... )

avery_quinn March 16 2008, 07:35:54 UTC

It did more than catch him off guard when Wes jolted him back to reality. He was, of course, the only young man, and he was thinking rather hard. Of course, Wes was smart, and Avery couldn't deny that at all. But still. If Jo wanted help, he was certainly not going to give up just because Wesley thought it was a bad idea. It might, however, slow down his train of thought, for a second. He peered over to Jo, trying to figure out how she was playing into this. She was talking to ghosts, that was easy enough to see. It obviously wasn't a pleasant experience, which was wrong, in his opinion ( ... )

dawning_bright March 21 2008, 02:49:05 UTC

(ooc-sorry this took so long. Been sick this week. Still sick, really.)

Dawn moved forward in time to help Jo stand, slipping one arm around her waist and helping her around to the front of the couch. She then looked over at Wes as he questioned her. "He's fine-I just...um, rocked him, for a while." She was too embarrassed to mention she'd sang-besides, her singing voice wasn't that great!

"He fell asleep again and I put him back in the crib." She then smiled at him. "He's beautiful, Wes. If you ever need a babysitter, let me know." It was the first nearly-normal thing she'd said or done since escaping the hospital.

Sitting beside her friend again on the couch, she absently pulled out her bottle again, thumbed it open, and slipped a couple pills into her mouth. Chasing it down with her tea, she slipped the medicine back into her pocket and refocused on the others.

A smile was offered to Jo. "See, I told you Wes could help." She had caught what he said about techniques and other things that might help out her new friend.

visionsinprada March 23 2008, 19:30:12 UTC

What a long day! Shopping for food could be tiring when you had to read through the seventeen thousand steps to a baby's diet. For little Max, Cordelia was willing to go through the hassle of figuring out which disgusting puree was best fort his development. However this was some complicated stuff ( ... )

watcher_pryce March 23 2008, 19:51:40 UTC

Oh. Bugger. This really wasn't Wesley's territory. Yes, alright, he'd been good at calming down clients. But they'd already come to them because they knew they had a supernatural problem or assurance. He'd never really dealt with someone who he'd just had to tell that she was a visionary of some sort ( ... )

jo_reid March 26 2008, 03:01:35 UTC

"Hey, Jo... are you okay?""Yeah. Great," she whispered, her eyes glazed over. She allowed Dawn to lead her to the front of the couch where she sat down ( ... )

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