For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the fire alarm and pouring water before Xander spoke up."...Did you just blow them up with a rocket launcher?"
Looking at the weapon I then looked back at them and nodded."Yes." I confirmed before bending down to start putting the spent AT4 back into the duffle bag.
Of course, on the inside I was swearing my head off. I did something to fix something. And it just made things worse. AGAIN! Why did Buffy have her own anti-tank weapon!? Xander said that...
He thought I was a normal muggle like I wanted him to, didn't he? Fuck my life.
Curse. Has to be a fucking curse.
"Who are you!?" a rather stricken looking Buffy asked/demanded. And I just blew the slayer's former boyfriend up in front of her. A slayer with a record of poor impulse control. Armed with with a rocket launcher.
I should have gone with visiting Willie's and asked around. It would have been safer.
"Name's Daniel." I said and stood up, shouldering the bag."And I don't mind asking questions, but perhaps we should do it somewhere else? With less incoming police? Sunnydale at night or not, even SPD is going to notice a rocket launcher in the mall."
"Wait! I recognize you!" Willow exclaimed."You are in our class, in the back! That exchange student!"
Ugh. That sounds even stupider when said out loud. Whoever put me here under that cover should be shot.
I'm terrified. I get sarcastic when I'm terrified.
"Yep." I agreed once more before heading towards the exit."Have a place we can meet?" I asked as I stopped to look over my shoulder towards the group.
"School library." Giles said, taking charge of the situation."And then I for one wish to know who you are and how you knew how to be here. With that weapon."
"Sorry, no can do. Tomorrow, cafe outside the university. Two PM. Not that I don't trust you guys but... I don't trust you guys. So public place it is." With that I turned and walked out, breaking into a run as soon as I was out of sight.
Shitshitshitshitshit!
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I took the long way home, doing my best to make sure I wasn't followed. The best I knew, anyway. It wasn't until I was home that I realized I was being an idiot, my address was in the school records. Giles could just check and if not, Willow could hack in in about two minutes.
Slamming the door closed behind me, I sank down against it with a sigh, my head thumping back against it.
For a long moment I just stared across the small apartment. Did I just fucking...
Good job there! You saved the world and stopped an apocalypse! Two actually! Too bad you also enabled about... what... five others!?
"Nobody can do anything but their best, my host." Taziel said quietly and I opened my eyes to see her sitting next to me, her four wings folded around herself.
"Are you messing with my judgment?"
Taziel shook her head."Of course not. Even if I were to be as evil as you thought, why would I want my host in unnecessary danger? Why would I want the world to end?"
"Maybe to release you from the Coin."
That earned a humorless snort."Yeah, right. Like it would take something as small as the end of the world to release one of us. When the Creator said 'bound for eternity' he meant it. When the last black hole evaporates, the last proton turns into random energy and the universe finally reaches absolute vacuum and zero temperature, there in the void there will still be thirty silver coins floating. Forever."
Damn. Now that's just... cruel. "...Nobody deserves something like that."
"We did, apparently, for the horrible crime of wanting free will."
I stared at her for a long moment and then shook my head, getting up."I know what you are doing. Humanizing yourself for me. I don't need your bullshit right now so put your shovel away. I need to figure out what to do now."
Taziel looked hurt for a second before she vanished.
Manipulative hell bitch.
Okay. Consequences of Angel being dead. No demon to burn humanity and no demon to suck the world into hell.
Those were good.
The world dying due to a number other apocalypsi, however, that I didn't even REMEMBER... but I'm sure he stopped a bunch even on his own.
In the shorter term, I was pretty sure Buffy was rather peeved with me. Having a slayer pissed at you was never a good idea.
Putting my hand against the table, I took slow, deep breath, feeling a bit sick. I just made things worse again. Whatever I tried to do, things got worse.
A sudden sound drew my attention and I looked up before over my shoulder at the door. Somebody knocked again.
Was I followed anyway? Honestly, what did it matter at this point? Letting out a slow sigh, I pulled the pistol from my jacket pocket and hid it behind my leg as I walked over and opened the door slightly to see a short man in a hat stand outside.
"...Yes?" I asked after a second.
He didn't look too happy as he frowned."My name is Whistler. You fucked up, kid."
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.