FF Running With The Devil 4
Title:Running With the Devil
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 4.
"D.C. I can't believe I'm back in D.C." Xander looked expectantly around the cabin of the SUV Scooby Squad was in.
Angel was in the driver's seat as usual, while Buffy was in her place beside him. Xander and Giles didn't have specific seats as much as "the back", but typically Giles was behind Angel and Xander behind Buffy.
Like now, and it always left Xander free to try to fill the silences.
"Come on! No one?"
Buffy looked incredulously over her shoulder. "What?"
"The movie quote."
Angel interrupted. "There's no movie with that quote."
Xander rolled his eyes. "No, technically it was Saigon, but we're not in Saigon, we're in D.C."
Giles sighed. "If the movie quote says Saigon then you should have said Saigon."
That had Xander frowning at the former Watcher. "That would have made no sense."
To which the former Watcher came right back. "And this does?"
The banter was able to get Buffy smiling. They were back in D.C, and much for the same reason as their last visit, heck they were even in the suits and ties they had worn last time to blend in.
With Gibbs and his team deliberately cutting themselves off from their old circles they couldn't really be seen in them without bringing the Lock scrutiny that it wouldn't need even in the best of times.
With things as intense as they are now they simply couldn't afford the time and energy swatting Leon Vance in the nose if he tried to come sniffing around again.
To her side Angel spoke. "Maybe they should have just sent Lex. I'm sure Agent Krieger would have been happy to help her find Mike Franks' notes."
Buffy got a full grin at that, both at Angel deliberately poking fun at Xander's outrage over the woman Lex had been sent to seduce still seeming to have a crush on the woman, and at the fact that not only did Angel now have a pulse, but that his time with her AND all of Scooby Squad was helping him remember what it was to be human.
Mike Franks notes... the Lock was STILL stinging over the fact that they had blown three months looking for magick guns when the Winchester rifle was named AFTER a guy named Winchester in the first place!
Still, it highlighted why they had made the right decision bringing on Gibbs and crew. If they had been left figuring this out on their own they would probably still be on the rifle track. It was the investigators experience in running down leads that was giving slayers like Buffy record amounts of things to slay.
Well that, and the fact that the Devil was planning a jailbreak.
The Devil, Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness that wasn't married to Sharon Osborne. She had actually given Giles a head slap when the Watcher had reluctantly admitted that Lucifer HAD been known to the Council, but had been considered a myth.
Everything they dealt was myths, Buffy herself was a mythic being, and while Giles didn't looked pleased at the Gibbs slap his expression admitted that even he felt he deserved it.
So now the Lock was staring down the barrel of a real apocalypse. Something that would make all the world threatening events that she and the old Scooby Gang had dealt with look like warm ups.
Taking a deep breath Buffy focused, one step at a time. Luck or fate Mike Franks HAD been the then NIS investigator that John Winchester's favor had gotten sent in, and his notes would be essential in finding the Winchesters that would help them decide the apocalypse.
As someone with a dark destiny of her own Buffy could empathize with Sam and Dean. Heck, in comparison her life wasn't near as bad. She had gotten to get to her teens before the world of the supernatural had intruded into her life.
Dean Winchester was four when a demon killed his mom, his brother Sam was only six months old. After which their dad realized what was really going on and took them with him into the dark.
Maybe it was questionable whether or not he should have done that, but with the world of the supernatural taking an obvious interest in his family John Winchester's options were rather limited.
It was something Buffy had to come to terms with after her own mother passed and she was left to take care of Dawn.
Dawn, if nothing else the fact that she knew Dawn would be taken care of by the Lock if something happened to her made Buffy's decision to join the Lock all the more worthwhile.
The trade off had been that Buffy was often jetting off to one side of the world or another, but Dawn had reached the age where the freedom that offered tended to offset missing her sister, and with Willow all too ready to arrange video conferences for the two, things were going as smoothly as they had ever been for the Summers sisters.
Buffy was shaken from her reverie by the vehicle pulling to a stop. Looking over she realized they were at the warehouse that stored all the old NIS files.
With the files from a time long before the digital age had taken hold Scooby Squad was looking at a search that would make their old research parties at the Sunnydale High School's library look exhilarating in comparison.
It still had to be done, and the four of them climbed out of the black SUV in resignation.
Walking into the building the silence was the first thing to greet them. A silence broken by Scooby One, Buffy Summers.
"Sulfur." Was her one whispered word, but it had everyone reaching into their jackets for holy water.
With the opening of the Devil's Gate and the clouds of possessor demons being seen over seventeen cities everyone had been briefed on their traits, and one of them had been leaving traces of sulfur behind them. One plus being that the slayer's enhanced sense of smell had no trouble picking up the scent where a normal investigator would have to find the yellow powder physically and sniff it to confirm.
The four of them fanned out and started stepping as silently as their dress shoes and the concrete floor allowed.
To their advantage whoever else was in the building didn't seem so concerned, and Buffy's sense of hearing picked them up right away.
That the sounds seemed consistent with someone digging through the archived files just doubled her speed.
Getting to the source of the sound it seemed normal enough with a white haired dumpy sort of fellow standing on a step ladder as he dug through the files.
He turned around with a smile on his face and tossed a cardboard box to the floor.
Buffy's slayer senses were screaming so she didn't hesitate as she pulled the cap off the metal vial and splashed the man with the contents.
The white smoke and howls of pain told her he was possessed, and when he looked at her with eyes gone entirely black it was confirmed.
They had several powers, with even the lower level possessors able to use things like telepathy and telekinesis, but this one didn't get a chance to do anything as more holy water was splashed on him from two other directions.
The same directions that Angel and Xander came from as they tackled the man to the floor, because while the thing inside him might be evil made manifest the man himself was no more inherently evil then anyone else you might encounter on the street.
Moving to assist, Buffy was left grabbing his arms while Xander and Angel each took a leg.
Giles moved in to the side and started speaking, or at least he tried to.
The demon possessing the file clerk spoke first. "You two assholes! After hearing Jenny tell her story in Hell I figured you two would be the last to team up!"
Angel paled at the reminder, but Giles face hardened. Part of the briefing included the telepathy, and that the possessors would use it to pull put facts to use against you, and as Angel's face hardened like Giles had she knew they both were aware it was saying what it was saying to rattle them.
Though in a moment of internal honesty Buffy knew she was rattled as well, because the demon might not be lying.
Giles however was on task as he started speaking in Latin.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
The thing inside the poor man kicked harder, screaming it's rage, but Giles continued on.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus deus. Gloria patri.
Buffy figured he was done as when he stopped the creatures outraged screams turned into a protracted shout that was accompanied by the man seeming to bellow black smoke that was then drawn to the floor, leaving scorch marks in it's passing.
She however still had to question. "Is it gone?"
Her Watcher nodded. "I sent it back to Hell." Giles then looked over to where Angel was checking on the man the demon had been possessing. "How is he?"
Angel looked up nodding. "He'll live."
Giles smiled as he nodded, but it was Xander who spoke next where he was analyzing the box the demon had dropped. "And the demon was nice enough to find the files for us before he left."
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 4.
"D.C. I can't believe I'm back in D.C." Xander looked expectantly around the cabin of the SUV Scooby Squad was in.
Angel was in the driver's seat as usual, while Buffy was in her place beside him. Xander and Giles didn't have specific seats as much as "the back", but typically Giles was behind Angel and Xander behind Buffy.
Like now, and it always left Xander free to try to fill the silences.
"Come on! No one?"
Buffy looked incredulously over her shoulder. "What?"
"The movie quote."
Angel interrupted. "There's no movie with that quote."
Xander rolled his eyes. "No, technically it was Saigon, but we're not in Saigon, we're in D.C."
Giles sighed. "If the movie quote says Saigon then you should have said Saigon."
That had Xander frowning at the former Watcher. "That would have made no sense."
To which the former Watcher came right back. "And this does?"
The banter was able to get Buffy smiling. They were back in D.C, and much for the same reason as their last visit, heck they were even in the suits and ties they had worn last time to blend in.
With Gibbs and his team deliberately cutting themselves off from their old circles they couldn't really be seen in them without bringing the Lock scrutiny that it wouldn't need even in the best of times.
With things as intense as they are now they simply couldn't afford the time and energy swatting Leon Vance in the nose if he tried to come sniffing around again.
To her side Angel spoke. "Maybe they should have just sent Lex. I'm sure Agent Krieger would have been happy to help her find Mike Franks' notes."
Buffy got a full grin at that, both at Angel deliberately poking fun at Xander's outrage over the woman Lex had been sent to seduce still seeming to have a crush on the woman, and at the fact that not only did Angel now have a pulse, but that his time with her AND all of Scooby Squad was helping him remember what it was to be human.
Mike Franks notes... the Lock was STILL stinging over the fact that they had blown three months looking for magick guns when the Winchester rifle was named AFTER a guy named Winchester in the first place!
Still, it highlighted why they had made the right decision bringing on Gibbs and crew. If they had been left figuring this out on their own they would probably still be on the rifle track. It was the investigators experience in running down leads that was giving slayers like Buffy record amounts of things to slay.
Well that, and the fact that the Devil was planning a jailbreak.
The Devil, Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness that wasn't married to Sharon Osborne. She had actually given Giles a head slap when the Watcher had reluctantly admitted that Lucifer HAD been known to the Council, but had been considered a myth.
Everything they dealt was myths, Buffy herself was a mythic being, and while Giles didn't looked pleased at the Gibbs slap his expression admitted that even he felt he deserved it.
So now the Lock was staring down the barrel of a real apocalypse. Something that would make all the world threatening events that she and the old Scooby Gang had dealt with look like warm ups.
Taking a deep breath Buffy focused, one step at a time. Luck or fate Mike Franks HAD been the then NIS investigator that John Winchester's favor had gotten sent in, and his notes would be essential in finding the Winchesters that would help them decide the apocalypse.
As someone with a dark destiny of her own Buffy could empathize with Sam and Dean. Heck, in comparison her life wasn't near as bad. She had gotten to get to her teens before the world of the supernatural had intruded into her life.
Dean Winchester was four when a demon killed his mom, his brother Sam was only six months old. After which their dad realized what was really going on and took them with him into the dark.
Maybe it was questionable whether or not he should have done that, but with the world of the supernatural taking an obvious interest in his family John Winchester's options were rather limited.
It was something Buffy had to come to terms with after her own mother passed and she was left to take care of Dawn.
Dawn, if nothing else the fact that she knew Dawn would be taken care of by the Lock if something happened to her made Buffy's decision to join the Lock all the more worthwhile.
The trade off had been that Buffy was often jetting off to one side of the world or another, but Dawn had reached the age where the freedom that offered tended to offset missing her sister, and with Willow all too ready to arrange video conferences for the two, things were going as smoothly as they had ever been for the Summers sisters.
Buffy was shaken from her reverie by the vehicle pulling to a stop. Looking over she realized they were at the warehouse that stored all the old NIS files.
With the files from a time long before the digital age had taken hold Scooby Squad was looking at a search that would make their old research parties at the Sunnydale High School's library look exhilarating in comparison.
It still had to be done, and the four of them climbed out of the black SUV in resignation.
Walking into the building the silence was the first thing to greet them. A silence broken by Scooby One, Buffy Summers.
"Sulfur." Was her one whispered word, but it had everyone reaching into their jackets for holy water.
With the opening of the Devil's Gate and the clouds of possessor demons being seen over seventeen cities everyone had been briefed on their traits, and one of them had been leaving traces of sulfur behind them. One plus being that the slayer's enhanced sense of smell had no trouble picking up the scent where a normal investigator would have to find the yellow powder physically and sniff it to confirm.
The four of them fanned out and started stepping as silently as their dress shoes and the concrete floor allowed.
To their advantage whoever else was in the building didn't seem so concerned, and Buffy's sense of hearing picked them up right away.
That the sounds seemed consistent with someone digging through the archived files just doubled her speed.
Getting to the source of the sound it seemed normal enough with a white haired dumpy sort of fellow standing on a step ladder as he dug through the files.
He turned around with a smile on his face and tossed a cardboard box to the floor.
Buffy's slayer senses were screaming so she didn't hesitate as she pulled the cap off the metal vial and splashed the man with the contents.
The white smoke and howls of pain told her he was possessed, and when he looked at her with eyes gone entirely black it was confirmed.
They had several powers, with even the lower level possessors able to use things like telepathy and telekinesis, but this one didn't get a chance to do anything as more holy water was splashed on him from two other directions.
The same directions that Angel and Xander came from as they tackled the man to the floor, because while the thing inside him might be evil made manifest the man himself was no more inherently evil then anyone else you might encounter on the street.
Moving to assist, Buffy was left grabbing his arms while Xander and Angel each took a leg.
Giles moved in to the side and started speaking, or at least he tried to.
The demon possessing the file clerk spoke first. "You two assholes! After hearing Jenny tell her story in Hell I figured you two would be the last to team up!"
Angel paled at the reminder, but Giles face hardened. Part of the briefing included the telepathy, and that the possessors would use it to pull put facts to use against you, and as Angel's face hardened like Giles had she knew they both were aware it was saying what it was saying to rattle them.
Though in a moment of internal honesty Buffy knew she was rattled as well, because the demon might not be lying.
Giles however was on task as he started speaking in Latin.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
The thing inside the poor man kicked harder, screaming it's rage, but Giles continued on.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus deus. Gloria patri.
Buffy figured he was done as when he stopped the creatures outraged screams turned into a protracted shout that was accompanied by the man seeming to bellow black smoke that was then drawn to the floor, leaving scorch marks in it's passing.
She however still had to question. "Is it gone?"
Her Watcher nodded. "I sent it back to Hell." Giles then looked over to where Angel was checking on the man the demon had been possessing. "How is he?"
Angel looked up nodding. "He'll live."
Giles smiled as he nodded, but it was Xander who spoke next where he was analyzing the box the demon had dropped. "And the demon was nice enough to find the files for us before he left."