Past, Present and Future
by Caela

Disclaimer: The author does not own the characters depicted herein.

Relationships: B/A/R/Pike

Part Seventeen


Buffy and Angel made their way casually down the stairs and took their seats on the couch next to one another. Next to Angel, in the middle, was Cordelia. In the recliner sat Xander, with Pike, Wesley, Giles and Caela on the migrated kitchen table chairs and Willow on the floor leaning against the couch. "Lets gte started." Giles became more allert as he straightened himself in his chair. "Caela, will you be so kind-"

"Of course." Caela unfolded her legs from underneath herself and leaned forward to make sure she had everyone's attention. Taking a deep breath she contemplated her first statement of information. Decidin, "As you know, someone is messing aroun' with other's destinies. But of course it's only of those who play a big part in the battle bewteen good and evil. Everyone else doesn't matter. At least , not in the long run. Taking a deep breath, she paused. "For instance, Angel," She looked at him as his face became more alleart. 'You were not meant to go to Hell. But to stay here. On Earth. With Buffy. The Powers That Be did not apprieciate their plans being ruined by another source and over ruled that after long negotiations with the Summerlands' rival and were able to send you bac'" Angel took this in.

It all makes sense now. Angel thought.

"But who's doing this? And how do we stop them?" Buffy interveened with the questions on everyone's mind.

"'M Not sure about a name, but a somewhat given if that it is not human- nor demon. ' Tis something else. Of which only three people can face. Each will face them with a different aspect of feature; one of love, strength and one of knowledge. Although, I am not sure exactly who each of us are, I am-"

"Wait. 'Us?' What do you meant, 'us'?" Angel looked between Caela and his thoughts. Then to Buffy. "You mean...?" He gestured to the two girls and himself with a waving of his hand. Caela nodded in response.

Buffy let out a deep and well needed tense releasing breath, "Boy, this keeps getting better and better." Her sarcastic tone was well recognized, but no one said anything. For everyone saw her point. Things were changing for good, worse and in difficulty.


End of Past, Present and Future
( Sequel = The Goddess' Blessings )


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