Post by Ashley on Nov 11, 2006 2:21:15 GMT -5
Anguish. Pain. Loss. Death. In the last five months, every member of the Slayerettes group had gone through this hurt, mental or physical. Today was no different. The Slayerettes were celebrating the return of Doc, and the mourning the death of Amy and Rory.
The dead quiet dojo had a few party streamers put up, but it seemed deflated, as if the person who put them up wasn’t in a partying mood. The air was thick with grief, and no music played. The atmosphere was thick and unpleasant.
Even the little ones sensed it, and they had no idea what was going on. The four of them played on a blue blanket which was laid out in the center of the loft, with everyone sitting around them craddeling undrunken sodas.
A small crackle killed the silence. “Sorry to interrupt your... um... party.” “It’s alright Mal.” Doc replied, holding tighter to his Slayer-Demon-Vampire girlfriend.
“What’s going on?” “I got an email from Willow. Buffy needs your help.” Everyone knew that THE slayer and Willow Rosenburg herself wouldn’t call for help unless they were extremely desperate.
“Mal, I can’t leave everybody, not after what just happened.” The AI cleared his throat. “Not just you, all of you.” Doc blinked, thinking. “Oh.” Mal sighed. “She didn’t mention exactly what’s going on, but said that Buffy would explain if you guys got there.”
The nine surrounding the little ones looked at each other, each knowing they would have to go. Doc nodded. “Get us tickets to head to Rome tomorrow.” And the speaker that let Mal talk to the group went quiet. It remained that way until Ricki spoke up. “Guess we should go and pack then, huh?” “That might be a good idea.”
One by one, two by two, the group stood up to head to where most of their belongings were at. Soon it was only the redhead, and the shape shifter. They looked up from their laps at the same time. Their gaze locked on each other, and they both scoffed at the same time, both blaming the other for the death of Rory.
With a shake of their head, they walked out of the room from opposite sides.
The group knew something’s weren’t going to be allowed on the plane, let alone out of the country. That sort of stuff was bound to already be with the slayer. They needed to pack clothes and flexible shoes for this slaying trip.
A crackle filtered through everyone’s ear pieces about an hour later. “Your flight will leave at about eight thirty in the morning. You will want to be at the airport and through the security blocks by about seven forty-five. Doc’ll pick up your tickets at the front desk." Everyone said their thanks to Mal, and headed off to bed, for a rest they all knew wouldn’t happen very often over seas.
The dead quiet dojo had a few party streamers put up, but it seemed deflated, as if the person who put them up wasn’t in a partying mood. The air was thick with grief, and no music played. The atmosphere was thick and unpleasant.
Even the little ones sensed it, and they had no idea what was going on. The four of them played on a blue blanket which was laid out in the center of the loft, with everyone sitting around them craddeling undrunken sodas.
A small crackle killed the silence. “Sorry to interrupt your... um... party.” “It’s alright Mal.” Doc replied, holding tighter to his Slayer-Demon-Vampire girlfriend.
“What’s going on?” “I got an email from Willow. Buffy needs your help.” Everyone knew that THE slayer and Willow Rosenburg herself wouldn’t call for help unless they were extremely desperate.
“Mal, I can’t leave everybody, not after what just happened.” The AI cleared his throat. “Not just you, all of you.” Doc blinked, thinking. “Oh.” Mal sighed. “She didn’t mention exactly what’s going on, but said that Buffy would explain if you guys got there.”
The nine surrounding the little ones looked at each other, each knowing they would have to go. Doc nodded. “Get us tickets to head to Rome tomorrow.” And the speaker that let Mal talk to the group went quiet. It remained that way until Ricki spoke up. “Guess we should go and pack then, huh?” “That might be a good idea.”
One by one, two by two, the group stood up to head to where most of their belongings were at. Soon it was only the redhead, and the shape shifter. They looked up from their laps at the same time. Their gaze locked on each other, and they both scoffed at the same time, both blaming the other for the death of Rory.
With a shake of their head, they walked out of the room from opposite sides.
The group knew something’s weren’t going to be allowed on the plane, let alone out of the country. That sort of stuff was bound to already be with the slayer. They needed to pack clothes and flexible shoes for this slaying trip.
A crackle filtered through everyone’s ear pieces about an hour later. “Your flight will leave at about eight thirty in the morning. You will want to be at the airport and through the security blocks by about seven forty-five. Doc’ll pick up your tickets at the front desk." Everyone said their thanks to Mal, and headed off to bed, for a rest they all knew wouldn’t happen very often over seas.
