Run over by a beautiful stranger. From huntedmerciless
I had been ripped out of sleep because of this massive effort to try to save slayers. I didn’t have any idea of what they were talking about and was in the early stages of REM sleep when I was awakened.
Cordelia had another vision and saw all of the girls being attacked and where they were and suddenly, this plan came together. Buffy and Spike were on their way to Atlanta, and their plane was the first to leave, to save a slayer.
Faith and Angel’s son, who still didn’t know who he was, were on their way to Cleveland because a slayer was in trouble there.
Angel and Cordelia had gone to Los Angeles because they were going to attempt to find the warlock that had created the magic’s placed on the boy and then pressure the warlock into dispensing the information. Unlike Buffy and Spike, and Connor and Faith, they were driving, a car that Angel stole, by the way. Me, well I had the easiest job of all, but found myself alone, while waiting for this girl. I didn’t know her name and only had a vague description of her from Cordelia.
I was still half asleep, and not exactly in a good frame of mind, which just made the job of finding an attractive girl in a huge airport, that much more difficult. What would help was that Cordelia had mentioned that she was wearing a sleeveless shirt and she had ripped biceps for a woman and I would be able to distinguish her that way. Still, think of trying to find a penny at the bottom of the Pacific, because that’s what this felt like.
I looked around, feverishly, knowing from Cordelia that her flight had landed ten minutes ago. I knew that I had to circulate the baggage areas and hope for the best at this point, because I didn’t know which airline she had come in on. This was supposed to be all of us working together to find her, but because flights left earlier then this girl’s, who’s name I didn’t even knows, arrived, I was now frantically searching and moving from Northwest baggage, to Delta. She had come out of Orlando so it hit me that she might be flying Southwest, because Orlando was one of their hubs, so I went that way.
It was just a hunch and time was running short, but I charged that way, moving around people, weaving and dodging, when in reality, I simply felt like barreling them over.
Eventually, I did barrel into someone. Someone with a sleeveless shirt and some serious power, because hitting her, both of us moving at high speeds, I was the one who hit the floor. It had to be her. It had to be.
She looked down at me. “Have you come out here looking for answers to the reasons that you were attacked the other night?”
I realized that if she wasn’t her, then she would think that I was crazy and that if she was her, then she would wonder how the hell I knew what I knew.
I got up, ready for anything as she sized me up. I had this feeling like she was about to hit me, but I didn’t know for sure.
[Melissa]
Cordelia had another vision and saw all of the girls being attacked and where they were and suddenly, this plan came together. Buffy and Spike were on their way to Atlanta, and their plane was the first to leave, to save a slayer.
Faith and Angel’s son, who still didn’t know who he was, were on their way to Cleveland because a slayer was in trouble there.
Angel and Cordelia had gone to Los Angeles because they were going to attempt to find the warlock that had created the magic’s placed on the boy and then pressure the warlock into dispensing the information. Unlike Buffy and Spike, and Connor and Faith, they were driving, a car that Angel stole, by the way. Me, well I had the easiest job of all, but found myself alone, while waiting for this girl. I didn’t know her name and only had a vague description of her from Cordelia.
I was still half asleep, and not exactly in a good frame of mind, which just made the job of finding an attractive girl in a huge airport, that much more difficult. What would help was that Cordelia had mentioned that she was wearing a sleeveless shirt and she had ripped biceps for a woman and I would be able to distinguish her that way. Still, think of trying to find a penny at the bottom of the Pacific, because that’s what this felt like.
I looked around, feverishly, knowing from Cordelia that her flight had landed ten minutes ago. I knew that I had to circulate the baggage areas and hope for the best at this point, because I didn’t know which airline she had come in on. This was supposed to be all of us working together to find her, but because flights left earlier then this girl’s, who’s name I didn’t even knows, arrived, I was now frantically searching and moving from Northwest baggage, to Delta. She had come out of Orlando so it hit me that she might be flying Southwest, because Orlando was one of their hubs, so I went that way.
It was just a hunch and time was running short, but I charged that way, moving around people, weaving and dodging, when in reality, I simply felt like barreling them over.
Eventually, I did barrel into someone. Someone with a sleeveless shirt and some serious power, because hitting her, both of us moving at high speeds, I was the one who hit the floor. It had to be her. It had to be.
She looked down at me. “Have you come out here looking for answers to the reasons that you were attacked the other night?”
I realized that if she wasn’t her, then she would think that I was crazy and that if she was her, then she would wonder how the hell I knew what I knew.
I got up, ready for anything as she sized me up. I had this feeling like she was about to hit me, but I didn’t know for sure.
[Melissa]