|Faith Lehane is crude but effective (faithinthedark) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-10-18 01:04:00
|Entry tags:||alesta summers (future plot), allana djo-solo (future plot), ben braeden-winchester (future plot), buffy summers, dean winchester, eve, faith lehane, jacen solo, john winchester, sam winchester, sarah petrelli (née williams), spike, tenel ka djo solo, xander harris|
Who: Faith Lehane, John Winchester, f!Ben Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Tenel Ka Djo-Solo, Allana Solo, Sarah Petrelli, Jacen Solo, Buffy Summers, Spike, Alesta Summers, awesome!Xander Harris and Eve
What: Getting the boys back
When: The night of October 18th
Where: The W&H warehouse where the boys are being kept
Rating: High- fighting
Status: In progress- Subthreads starters you know who you are!
There wasn't going to be any sleep or rest until after the boys were safely back. Even a trip to Russia didn't slow them down, as soon as Faith had feeling back in her fingers they were curled around the hilt of her sword. She couldn't think of anything beyond getting the man she loved back. Even her fury at the actions of the older Xander were pushed aside.
As tempting as it was to bring the entire force of everyone on Team Good Guys down on the heads of Wolfram and Hart, they managed to resist. Just. This wasn't war, this was a snatch and grab. None of them had any idea what sort of condition Sam and Jacen would be in and Faith needed to keep this hunting party tight. Only the most needed of people allowed. Some of the city's fighters going in, with Claire and the younger Anya a short distance away as emergency backup if they were needed. Or Claire's blood. Faith didn't want to think of that possibility.
In the end the planning had gone by quickly, as the teams were divided up. As they gathered at the door to the location, Faith nodded grimly. They all knew what they were doing, who was going where. Slowly, the Slayer drew her sword from its sheath, her favorite sword in fact. The Claíomh Solais. She rarely took it out, knowing how valuable it was, one of the Four Treasures of Ireland. Irresistible to its enemies in battle, it felt appropriate to have it here. The metal of the blade glowed slightly, the Sword of Light.
"Time to go," she spoke quietly, even though she knew everyone could hear her as they moved to go inside.