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Author: JA Baker PM
Winter thought that life was finished with him. He didn’t count on a strange man named Whistler and an ancient danger hell bent on revenge… Buffy-StormWatchRated: Fiction K+ - English - Sci-Fi/Supernatural - Words: 517 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-23-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2025752
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The sun grew ever larger in the Watch Hall window, casting long shadows across burnout out consoles and broken instruments. An inhuman scream from somewhere elsewhere on the station echoed through the air vents, waking the only living human occupant.
Winter blinked, stretching out on the chair he'd pressed into service as a bed, and checked the two remaining displays: one showed the power level of the stations force-field, the other the distance to the sun.
The Storm-Door shield had dropped another ten percent while he'd been sleeping, a sure sign that he'd not long left. He had a grim bet as to what would kill him first: the Aliens infesting the station, or the star that grew minuet by minuet. If the sensors where to have been believed before they shorted out, he was now traversing faster than any other human in history.
He couldn't help but smile: something to be famous for.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you." The sudden voice almost gave Winter a heart attack: he was meant to be the only person on the station. He span-round in his chair, and found himself facing a short man in a cheep suit.
"Who are you?" He asked, rising to his feet, "How did you get in here?"
"I have my ways." The man smiled, "You can call me Whistler. Do you prefer Nikolas, Mr Kamarov, or Winter?"
"Winter will do."
"Well, you're certainly up that well known creek without a paddle!"
"Is there a reason for your being here?"
"Yes there is: we, that is those who I represent, have another job for you. Not yet, in a few years, but you will be needed."
"Whom do you work for? The U.N.? America? The Hark Corporation?"
"They prefer to be called 'The Powers That Be' most of the time."
"That be what?"
"That just Be. It's complicated, but I'll do my best to explain it to you if you agree to help us."
"Do I have an alternative?
"Can you survive almost 6000-degrees Kelvin?"
"Well there's your answer."
"Maybe I'd prefer death to what ever it is you want me to do?"
"I'll do you a deal: come with me, hear what I have to say, and if you're still not happy, I'll let you go somewhere on Earth, no strings."
"Why should I trust you?"
"What have you got to lose?"
"Point." Winter shrugged, "So how do we get off the station?"
"Easy." Whistler smiled, a glowing portal opening behind him. "Walk this way!" He stepped back through the doorway, disappearing from sight.
Deciding that he truly had nothing to lose, Winter followed.The End
Yes, another part of my Buffy/WildStorm story-arc. I've finally moved all the player into place, and reviled as much of the plot as I want to, so sit back and get ready for the finally act!