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Title: Plan B
Prompt: 34 - Passing
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Characters: Lindsey, Tara, Eve
Rating: PG-13
Words: 431
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It hadn’t been a very promising start, but the fact that their first plan went all to hell hadn’t been Lindsey’s fault. He was sure of it. He had drawn the runes just like they had been shown in the book and, despite Eve’s smirking, there hadn’t been a single damn thing wrong with the way he sounded out the summoning spell. And yet…
“That’s not the Slayer,” Eve sighed, glancing between the picture in her hand and the spirit trapped inside the binding circle. “You didn’t specify enough, sweetie.”
“I specified,” Lindsey insisted, eyeing the woman-who-was-not-Buffy. How many twenty-something girls fighting under the banner of good had been gunned down on that day at that location? “I specified plenty. I did everything like you told me…”
Eve shot him a look that Lilah Morgan had patented years back. “Not the Slayer,” she repeated, helpfully gesturing towards the circle like he’d forgotten.
“Buffy?” the girl in the circle murmured, making Lindsey jump. She was looking around now, wide-eyed and dazed, her long hair floating around her shoulders. Lindsey could see the wall of his apartment right through her. “Where am I? I’m not supposed to be here.”
Lindsey couldn’t agree more. “I’m turning her loose.”
“Don’t,” said Eve. She folded her arms, looking the girl up and down. “We might still be able to use this one. She’s connected somehow.”
“I’m not supposed to be here,” the spirit whispered. “I’m supposed to pass by. Let me go.”
Lindsey felt his stomach turn. Even if this wasn’t his fault (which it wasn’t), this was wrong. Horribly, seriously wrong. The girl looked like Brad floating in his little glass coffin, trapped in mystical limbo. She looked like Darla in those first few days, disoriented and terrified.
He stepped forward and dragged his boot through the edge of the circle, ruining it. “Go on, get out of here. You’re free.”
A cool gust of air went through the room like a sigh and he thought he saw her smile before she disappeared.
Eve, on the other hand, was not smiling.
“Plan B,” Lindsey told her with a deliberately careless shrug. “We send the amulet to Angel and Spike’s our boy. It’s a better plan anyway.”
He started gathering up the ingredients for the spell, ignoring Eve’s theatrical huff as she left the room. She would forgive him for this just as soon as things started going their way again, but Lindsey had learned his lesson years back. You couldn’t use a weapon against Angel if it was going to cut you to shreds first.
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Prompt: 34 - Passing
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Characters: Lindsey, Tara, Eve
Rating: PG-13
Words: 431
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It hadn’t been a very promising start, but the fact that their first plan went all to hell hadn’t been Lindsey’s fault. He was sure of it. He had drawn the runes just like they had been shown in the book and, despite Eve’s smirking, there hadn’t been a single damn thing wrong with the way he sounded out the summoning spell. And yet…
“That’s not the Slayer,” Eve sighed, glancing between the picture in her hand and the spirit trapped inside the binding circle. “You didn’t specify enough, sweetie.”
“I specified,” Lindsey insisted, eyeing the woman-who-was-not-Buffy. How many twenty-something girls fighting under the banner of good had been gunned down on that day at that location? “I specified plenty. I did everything like you told me…”
Eve shot him a look that Lilah Morgan had patented years back. “Not the Slayer,” she repeated, helpfully gesturing towards the circle like he’d forgotten.
“Buffy?” the girl in the circle murmured, making Lindsey jump. She was looking around now, wide-eyed and dazed, her long hair floating around her shoulders. Lindsey could see the wall of his apartment right through her. “Where am I? I’m not supposed to be here.”
Lindsey couldn’t agree more. “I’m turning her loose.”
“Don’t,” said Eve. She folded her arms, looking the girl up and down. “We might still be able to use this one. She’s connected somehow.”
“I’m not supposed to be here,” the spirit whispered. “I’m supposed to pass by. Let me go.”
Lindsey felt his stomach turn. Even if this wasn’t his fault (which it wasn’t), this was wrong. Horribly, seriously wrong. The girl looked like Brad floating in his little glass coffin, trapped in mystical limbo. She looked like Darla in those first few days, disoriented and terrified.
He stepped forward and dragged his boot through the edge of the circle, ruining it. “Go on, get out of here. You’re free.”
A cool gust of air went through the room like a sigh and he thought he saw her smile before she disappeared.
Eve, on the other hand, was not smiling.
“Plan B,” Lindsey told her with a deliberately careless shrug. “We send the amulet to Angel and Spike’s our boy. It’s a better plan anyway.”
He started gathering up the ingredients for the spell, ignoring Eve’s theatrical huff as she left the room. She would forgive him for this just as soon as things started going their way again, but Lindsey had learned his lesson years back. You couldn’t use a weapon against Angel if it was going to cut you to shreds first.
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