Fic: Shanshu 19 - Time and Dark Regions

[dragonyphoenix]

Title: Time and Dark Regions
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 449 - Siege
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 19 of Shanshu
Word Count: 619
Note: The Siege Perilous, according to Marvel comics, is a key that opens gateways between dimensions.

“Man, why does it always have to be cemeteries with you guys?”

The blue dots that were gathered together into a spherical shape twinkled in a manner that somehow suggested the amusement of a person whose dog has pulled off a clever trick. Of all of those who had the knowledge to call upon a Spirit Guide, only Webb would assign such an entity the epithet of man, focusing on its sentience rather than its physical form. From the stone bench where Webb sat and the Spirit Guide floated, Webb could glimpse the orange and gold mosaic dome of the Portal of the Folded Wings. Webb had no idea what his companion could see. Non-corporeal entities can see more, and also far less, than humans.

Fingers nimble from decades of experience, rolled the herba buena into a form resembling a cigarette. With a schtk, the lighter flared, bringing forth life, in the form of a burning ember, to the end of the joint. Webb closed his eyes as he drew the smoke in, holding it before breathing out again. “Huh? Oh, sorry man.” He held the joint out with one hand, about three feet below the twinkling sphere. The smoke drifted slightly in the wind, forming trails that rose upward until they gathered inside the sphere, obscuring the blue dots with the gray fog of smoke.

“My bud, Will, he's missing.” Webb drew in another puff of smoke. “Of course I checked. Did a divination even, but it didn't tell me much. Something bad's going down. Already knew that.”

“Thought you might know something,” he added. Webb sang through the chorus of Rainy Day Women twice before continuing. “Hey, I get it, secret knowledge, time and dark regions, but this is some serious juju.” Webb held the joint out below the Spirit Guide again. As the sphere filled with smoke, the twinkling pattern slowed, the lights drifting on, the lights drifting off, their purpose lost, obscured by the gray smoke.

A jay, the blue of its feathers almost turquoise in the fading sunlight dropped down onto the ground and started pecking about hungrily. “Three sisters?” Webb asked. “Heh, I don't know about that, man. Spent the night with two sisters once. That was …” Webb's hand twitched so hard he almost dropped the joint. “Oh, those three sisters. Shit. You mean to tell me they're involved?”

The jay picked at the ground for another few minutes as smoke drifted up into the sphere. “They got him already, don't they? Will I mean. Those three sisters already have their claws on him. Has to be 'cause he ain't anywhere around here and he don't remember jack about his previous life so he don't know to get out when the getting's good.”

“Those three sisters, they ain't from around here. Not their home dimension.” In a startle of wings, the jay sqawked and flew off. When Webb looked over, the sphere had vanished. He pulled out a roach clip to keep the last of the joint from burning his fingers and took a long toke. “This looks like a job for Superman. Shit, no, not him flying through the skies, a lady, Lady of the Northern Skies, like the northern lights, electric, Electro. No, that's not it. Dazzled, dazed, dosed, shifting through alternate realities. The Siege Perilous. Yes, that it's it, glowing and green key, but it's missing too, as hard to find as Will would be, but he can't be found without it.”

Webb stubbed the butt against the bench, extinguishing its ember. Unraveling the joint, he let the last of the weed drift to the ground. “If I were an impossible to find mystical key, where would I be?”

Comments

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Oh my stars. Looks like someone's looking for Dawn now!


Gabrielle

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Even I didn't see that one coming! ;-)

[rbfvid.livejournal.com]

It's getiing even more and more interesting =)

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thanks. But now I'll have to write Dawn. I haven't written her often - at all? - so I'm a bit nervous.