BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Kat and Harrison
Where: Kat's house
When: Wednesday afternoon

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Who: Giles, open to all Slayer-less Watchers.
Where: The Sugar Shack
When: Monday morning

Giles had purposefully given everyone who wasn't absolutely needed (aka, all but one or two Slayers) the last few days off. God knew they all deserved to relax, mourn, whatever they needed to do. But now? It was time to get back to work. It was time to have a funeral for Ami, to give her friends and family the closure they deserved. It was time to help them all get back to life as they knew it before this all went down.

Giles had called each Watcher who currently had no Slayer. This included new arrivals and Watchers-in-Training. He let each of them know to meet him in the basement of the Sugar Shack, to discuss business. Giles had been talking to a rather... unique vampire, about a possible business venture that could finally give the new Council, and the training academy, a home of their own. But for now? The basement it was.

It was time, now. Time to assign Slayers to some, assignments to others. Time to let these Watchers jump in with both feet, and start to fulfill their destines.

Sitting at the large meeting table they'd had set up down there, Giles waited, patiently.

Who: Harrison & Frost
Where: Barnes residence
When: Tuesday evening

The Barnes Residence, Present Day (2000)
He hadn't moved in five years. Not since that evening when he met true evilness in the world. Their screams still woke him up almost nightly and the burning comfort of Jack Daniels was an almost constant companion, until he decided to be a person that day. It was usually those days that found Harrison Barnes out in the woods and foothills taking pictures to send into the local travel magazines for money. Occasionally, Jacob Mitchell, a long time friend who was a detective downtown would call him if they needed an extra photographer or when Jacob was stuck and needed a "consultant." But that day was not was of those where Harris felt like being a person. And why should he? Their oldest, Gerald, would be 10 today. But Gerald, along with Harrison's wife and daughter were all dead. Dead because of a sick, twisted, evil monster.

The house had gone into disrepair, all except for the essentials. Those, Harris did his best to keep up with. That night, like most, found him conked out in his recliner, a bottle of Jack and a glass of melted ice on the end table next to him. Pill bottles of varying sizes, height, and anti-depressant flavors littered it's surface along with medication for migraines. In short, since the death of his family, Harrison Barnes had turned into a wreck.

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Who: Frost, Harrison, & the Barnes family
Where: Barnes residence
When: Tuesday evening

Frost grimaced at the woman. "Cease and desist. Your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. How was I supposed to know you wanted to keep those teeth? It's not like you were objecting at the time." Well, actually, Mrs. Harrison had objected loudly over and over again. Frost just ignored that part, and gripped the little girl, who wasn't crying but looking wide-eyed and shocky, a bit tighter. "And when momma gets pissed, her toys break."

Harrison moved between the young woman and his wife, trying to put on a brave front for his little girl. Raising his hands in a placating gesture, he said, "Please... don't hurt her, she's only three..."

"Oh, she's my little contract, aren't you sweetpea?" Frost patted the little girl on the head, and the little thing started to pout. Apparently she didn't like being called Sweetpea. "Because, Harrison, there is something I want from you. Unfortunately--and you have to understand that from my point of view it's very unfortunate indeed or else I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble--you can't give it to me right now."

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Who: Harrison Barnes, Frost, & the Barnes family
Where: Barnes' residence, the outskirts of suburban L.A.
When: Tuesday evening

The Barnes Residence, Five Years Ago...
The house was secluded, something that he and Heather had wanted when they bought the place a year ago when she'd finally hit it big as Hollywood's leading fashion photographer. Harrison was incredibly proud of his wife and her work. Things were finally coming together; She'd just done a photoshoot and interview for Vanity Fair (or some such magazine) featuring the rise of up and coming working women. Harrison let his wife have the spotlight--he preferred it--while he quietly consulted Hollywood's Star's and Starlet's with psychic advice. His job allowed him to be with his family, something he cherished more than anything. Most nights it would be Harrison who was already home and Heather getting home late, but tonight he had a late meeting with a fresh face in Hollywood. Previously unknown, the decision she'd made based on Harrison's advice, Hollywood wouldn't know what hit them.

Harrison smiled with pride, pulling his car into the winding driveway that climbed up the small foothill the Barnes residence had been built into. Putting the car in park, the man climbed out of the vehicle and paused to take in the landscape; In the distance he could see the glowing lights of Los Angeles and Harrison sighed, a content smile on his face. Turning away from the bright scene to the house, he started toward it until he nearly tripped over several of Gerald's toys. With an amused chuckle, he picked them into his arms with the intention of putting them away.

The house was more like a large ranch-style cabin set in front of a backdrop of woods and trees. He and Heather had agreed before their oldest, Gerald, had been born that they were going to keep their children as grounded as possible if Heather had ever gotten big. The cabin was a perfect basis for that instead of some ostentatious monstrosity.

As soon as his shoe hit the bottom step, Harrison staggered backward in psychic backlash. The toys were dropped as the house mentally screamed at him and once he recovered, Harrison stumbled up the three steps that lead to the porch and pushed through the door. He shouted, "Heather!? Honey!?" Wildly, he looked around the living room, their bedroom, Gerald's room and the nursery. He didn't find his wife or children anywhere.

Pacing in the kitchen, Harrison ran his hand through his hair trying to force himself not to panic. The sound of dogs barking and snarling finally entered his consciousness and the man bolted for the door that lead out back. As he wrenched open the backdoor, he shouted wildly, "Heather!?"

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Who: Reintroducing Detective Jacob Mitchell, Harrison Barnes, and Lilah Morgan. Plus, NPC Thomas Cleary
Where: LAPD police station, then Joe's Bar, then some warehouse
When: Early to late Thursday evening

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Who: Introducing Megan Baxter & Harrison Barnes, with an appearance by Lilith Ravenwood
Where: Eden
When: Wednesday evening

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